You’ve let your hair grow out a little.” Some of ART’s changes to my configuration had been subtle—longer head hair, more visible eyebrows, the kind of fine, nearly invisible hair humans had on large sections of their skin, the way my organic skin met my inorganic parts. Other changes had been structural, to make sure scanners searching for standard SecUnit specifications wouldn’t hit on me. “I also got shorter,” I told her. “Did you?” Startled, Arada stepped back, eyeing the top of my head. Lack of attention to detail is one of the reasons humans shouldn’t do their own security.
