ReliaRobot

"H-hello?"

The hesitant voice resonated throughout the laboratory. Things in jars and cybernetics hooked into power conduits briefly hummed alongside it, echoing in refrain. A head of tousled hair wearing crooked goggles leaned out from behind a workbench and blinked owlishly. "Who are you? How did you find this place?"

"O-oh, should I not have?" The feminine figure in the doorway twisted her fingers in her skirt, illuminated from behind. "I- I can come back after I've made an... appointment, or something?"

The goggles dropped onto the desk and a line of grease joined the bags under her eyes as Gearmind stood up, pointing a gun at the intruder. "That's not what I said. How did you find this place? It should have been untraceable. I made sure of it, after what happened last time. Who else knows about it?"

The girl, seemingly unphased by the gun, cringed from the reprimand. "J-just me! I think. I needed to find you, s-so I did." In a much quieter voice, she added, "Please don't be mad."

"Some kind of telepath? Metahuman, at least," mumbled Gearmind, keeping the gun level. "Why did you need to find me? Who are you working for?"

"Um, well," said the girl, twisting her skirt again. Gearheart's eyes were adjusting to the illumination, and the girl was dressed in all white. Long skirt, flowing blouse, and bare feet. A very odd combination.

"Spit it out, girl."

"I- well- I want to work for you!" The girl took a step forward and thrust something towards Gearmind. She tensed, finger on the trigger, then paused.

"Is that... a resume?"

"I- I hope it's good! I don't have a lot of experience in the villain industry, but I'm a quick learner! Y-you don't even have to pay me! I'll work for experience!"

Gearmind made a gesture, and one of the robotic arms in the room grabbed the stack of papers and began feeding it into a scanner. Gearmind took stock of the highlights through her implant. Birth of the universe to 2000 BC - Heavenly Host Ancillary. 1 AD - Heavenly Chorus to Our Lord and Savior. Experience in singing the celestial order and praising G-d. Minor in dancing (head of pin). "What is this, a joke?"

"N-no!" The girl stepped forward again, and Gearmind finally resolved the shape of the light behind the girl - a glowing ring, casting shadows over the girl's features and shining on a pair of golden-white wings.

Gearheart lowered the gun and pinched the bridge of her nose. "You do know I'm not Christian, right? I never believed in that shit. You can't redeem me, I'm not joining your stupid church-"

"No, no, that's not it at all!" The girl waved her arms in front of her, flexing her wings in agitation. "I don't want to redeem you!"

"What do you want, then?"

The girl brought her fists to her chest and took a deep breath. "I need you to teach me how to be evil! Please, let me be your henchman!"