How do they turn out?

Andrew's phone rang at 11:30 and he entered Ross's apartment at 11:51. Even knowing what to expect, he gasped at the sight of a nude Erica examining her motionless double alongside Ross and Madison. Madison gestured him over impatiently.

"Come take a look and tell me what you think. I need multiple eyes on this."

"Why?" he asked. "I thought you were a resculpting expert."

This time Erica replied sarcastically. "You know what they call a writer who doesn't have an editor? A bad writer. Now come help us look for anything she missed."

They pored over the golem's frame. Occasionally Ross, Madison or Andrew would ask Erica to display an elbow or let them examine an eyebrow for comparison. After half an hour, they had all stepped back and given their approval. Madison smiled for the first time since she had been bound to the resculptor script, satisfied with her work.

"Alright, it'll take me about twenty minutes to reanimate her. What else do you intend to do?"

"We need to rename her and feed her this information," Erica said as she pushed a stack of paper across the table. It was about fifty pages, all written in that strange script composed of lines and dots.

"You don't need me for any of that," Madison said. "As soon as I finish reanimating her, you can deactivate me."

"With pleasure," Andrew grumbled. She didn't react, but got a tool from her bag and clamped it around the small green ring she had pulled off of the thing's finger. As she got to work reanimating it, Erica turned to Andrew.

"Shall we work on the new me?" she asked.

"Let's get the new script into you first," he said. "No college student in her right mind wants to look the same way a 35 year old does."

Erica nodded and they left the group and went to the bathroom where Andrew deactivated her. Moments later, he was reflecting on how different her posture was with thirteen years removed. She looked down at her naked body, then grinned at him.

"Is it time to shed the MILF bod for a rockin' coed?" she asked. Andrew laughed and she looked puzzled.

"I never thought I'd hear the words 'MILF bod' come out of your mouth," he said.

"Is it any more surprising than what you've been putting into my mouth?" she asked with a wink. "Actually, that's as good a place to start as any. What do you think?"

She pursed her lips in the mirror and looked at them from a few different angles. "Maybe a little fuller? I know I look good, but I was built for academia. I think I want porn star lips, but-"

"I don't know that we need to change much of anything," Andrew interrupted. "Just a few tweaks to make you look younger."

She stared at him incredulously. "Dude! You've got a chance to design a woman from scratch. Your perfect woman! Give me huge tits and a bubble butt! Make me look like Jessica Biel!"

"You already are my perfect woman," Andrew insisted. "And we've got to update your cultural references."

She stuck her tongue out at him. "Fine. But we have to change me at least a little bit, otherwise people will notice that your new girlfriend looks almost identical to your professor."

"Change your eyebrows and your cheekbones," Madison said as she walked in. "Eyebrows fool humans and cheekbones fool computers. Also, your new professor is ready. Can you please unbind me?"