Hasani was fascinated by all the others of her kind as they made their way to the committee board. The desk clerk out front looked up when they approached and stared long at him before looking to Philomena. "Can I help you, Philomena?"
She made a noise, her vocal sac inflating softly before reaching for her phone on her desk. "Sir, Philomena is here, she wants to present her...work...to the board."
"What actions can it preform?"
"Well, I am fully capable of basic house care as well as emotional and physical comfort and attention." Hasani said.
"What does that mean?"
"One, because I do not wish to advertise your.. sexual capabilities at my place of work, and two, these old windbags have been trying to scuttle my research for years. If I just told them everything about you, one of them would make a cheap copy, claim he made it first, and I would lose everything." She responded.