We think she doesn't need food to survive... and same withoxygen."Debra keep her heading pointing toward the room "It looks like she'sbreathing now." ...or talking yes, she be taking in air but it comes back out exactly thesame... when she's not talking? I don't know... maybe her mind can'tforget breathing." She said she might be a robot? Android or something, why did she saythat?" Well the leading theory is that she's artificial... we've takemicroscopes to her cells and they look almost normal. On the top of the pile of documents was a Polaroid photo of a naked woman. I picked it up slowly and stared at it as if compelled to do so. She was standing against the backdrop of hideous green floral wallpaper. Her pose was slightly askew, her right shoulder pushing forward. Her hands were in front of her stomach, as if she was fighting an instinct to cover her breasts. Her skin was pale with random blemishes. Her breasts were each the size that would fill a man’s hand with nipples somewhat. "I should have foreseen something like this. I should have given you more specific warning about the consequences of following your instincts." I'm sorry, Sarek. I've let you down. I couldn't help myself." You are simply a victim of your upbringing. It was foolish of me not to realise that you'd indulge your passion." I had a choice, Sarek. I didn't have to do the things I did. I do have freewill." Within limits, yes. Given the temptation of a beautiful woman though, it was remiss of me not to. I was aware of His love, his forgiveness, his desire to heal me, to deliver me from my addiction. I just ... surrendered." She chuckled, "I'm told I was in a sort of trance, jabbering away in some language I'd never learned, for about an hour. I just had no awareness of the passing of time. I think for you, it means choosing to surrender ... deciding, consciously. Everyone's different, you see."Delia closed her eyes and, after a short while slipped to her knees, resting her forehead on her.