Every morning Xochitl turned on the lights with her eyes.

Helen’s telekinesis was a little on the fritz—after all night concentrating on turning off the light switch from bed, the lights were still on full blast when the sun came up.

Tiffany the fembot sat up in her bed at sunrise with alarm, realizing that the ceiling light was still on. If she didn’t shut it off quickly her solar batteries could overcharge!

The battery was fully charged and getting warm, thanks to the high-powered light and large solar array, but the hyper-femme bot didn’t notice, enchanted as she was with the warmth of the light on her (voluptuous) steel frame.

It didn't make any sense, but the mirror didn't lie: charging her battery by shining -- in addition to the sun -- a series of large light fixtures at her solar panel had made Kathytron absolutely gorgeous.

There was a new 50-Foot Tall Woman, and she was a giant power station in the middle of the desert, powered by the rays of the sun and by the heart of her beloved, who emitted his own artificial “rays” of lovelight—but regardless of the strength of her photovoltaics, a girl still had needs, like looking in the mirror every morning and seeing a beautiful, independent woman in power.