Weekly Quote #3

The lab was filled with various machines, some with purposes she could not possibly imagine, some with purposes she could barely guess at, all seated and maintained by Zev in an orderly fashion.
Upon arriving, she was promptly escorted by Zev, who she dared say looked downright excited underneath his stoic visage, to a chair facing a desk with an alien version of a monitor on it.
She had no idea what her reactions had been to the first set of pictures and worried she might have botched the test until Zev assured her otherwise because she has been too busy ogling and marveling at the damn monitor. She knew her behavior must have appeared silly to Zev, but she couldn’t stop herself. To Eliza, this alien tech seemed formidable, particularly since her aunt’s tight budget caused her to grow up surrounded by old pieces of it, even by human standards.
At first, she couldn’t tell that this was even supposed to be a screen, as it was just a thin wired rectangle hovering in the air when powered down. With the first picture though, the rectangular frame lit up and the empty air between its sides filled with the representation of a modern dancer.
And that was not all. The monitor was completely responsive to the size of every picture, shrinking or expanding to perfectly fit every image. It even complied with the type of each image, showing bidimensional photos or tridimensional holographic representations.

Reshaping Eliza