If I were more of a fembot…
Or Max's line above, made me laugh on a reread, and I Au'ed for a moment, how the series would change if Max were a female robot who's dream was to cook.
My name is Maximum Ride. I am the worlds first flying Fembot.
I live and protect the flock, winged humans on the run from their creator's. Their creator's are the kinds of people who will push past the established limits in the name of science. While it is fine to push past my limits, such as when Jeb changed my structure so that I might support wings, unchecked scientific experimentation will kill my flock. It is my duty to protect them, and I will not fail at it.
If I could ask my creator one thing, It would be "Why do I not have a sense of smell or taste?" Perhaps that is in fact two questions, but their omission ties into my greatest regret. I am unable to cook. The blind one, called Iggy by his flock, can cook better then me. It is to my shame, that I can not feed them, as well as protect them. I curse the creator daily for this omission.
Speaking of protection, the chattering one called Nudge, has flown off. Discreetly, I follow her, only to find her standing over a fallen human, and challenging two bigger ones.
That will not do! Soundly I defeat them, and turn to Nudge, who is helping the fallen human stand. Nudge, is bleeding.
"Human, do you know where to find a veterinarian?" I inquire.
Wanted to try an intro to Max being a fembot, though very few things probably change because of it. Probably just small things like, she is an even worse cook then cannon, she can not smell Gazzy, and now she needs a mechanic. She believes the voice, is faulty wiring, and keeps trying to find a mechanic who can fix it.
And then in book three, she meets the turtle woman.
'I knew the creator must be evil, what with not giving me a taste of smell, but her evil is worse then even I imagined."
May be more later, may not be.