An exhibit of everyone's favorite heroine.

Break Girl's eyes went wide as she saw an exhibit of great personal interest to her: there was a life-sized model of Buster Girl, wearing a wink, a big smile, and her trademark eyebrow-raising leotard. "What a lucky find! I wonder if there's any useful info...{if Heroic = true} Like something about her hobbies? O-or maybe her favorite food? Maybe something about her favorite date spots...?{endif}{if Anti-Heroic = true} I guess it'd be too much to hope for some info on her weaknesses?{endif}"

No such luck. The plaque in front of the statuette had no more than public knowledge that was, if anything, good for a laugh: it talked about Buster Girl as a creation of Dr. Light and Dr. Dolly. It credited Buster Girl with putting a stop to the first wave of evil, diabolical Robot Mistresses, with no hint at who might have been responsible for those, and then helpfully reminded readers that the new and improved Robot Mistresses, including Magnet Girl, were helpful servants of the public good. Break Girl engaged her eye-rolling function, then looked back to the statue.

It really was an incredible likeness... Obviously, it wasn't a copy of the real deal, but it was more than a wax doll. She poked its cheek tentatively. It had a soft texture, almost like real skin.

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Break Girl glanced back to the elevator. Still coming...