We caught up with Trevor Wallis on the road to Everest base camp as he prepared to become the first-ever gynoid to set foot on the world's tallest mountain.

Or at least we tried to catch up with him. We had barely made our introductions before Travor was bounding ahead on Exosuit legs featuring a top speed of 30 mph, darting from rock to rock on the winding mountain footpath with the awe-inspiring grace of a gazelle. It appeared Trevor could barely contain his excitement, and at times looked as if he might simply spring up to the distant mountain in a single leap of his pneumatic servos.

Thankfully, Trevor's support crew is very human, keeping him tethered to terra firma, and Trevor is soon bounding back to his wheezing, huffing humans apologetically. One of the engineers slots a data cord into Trevor's rear port, performing the routine diagnostics to check how Trevor's cybernetics are adapting to the freezing temperatures and high altitudes.

Better than the humans, it turns out. Even with his internal heaters keeping both his biological and mechanical components cozy and warm, Trevor's batteries -housed in his vast posterior and prodigious breasts- are holding their charge well. This bodes well. In a week, they will be arriving at Base Camp and preparing for the summit, and they will need to be confident that his gynoid body will survive the ascent. After much wheezing from the support crew, it is decided to pause for refreshments at one of the tea houses that dot the route.

It has been six years since Trevor's accident left him paraplegic, three years since his human limbs were amputated and he was fitted into an exosuit shell. In those three years, Trevor has grown into an unwitting ambassador for the technology. His iconic appearance has graced the covers of many mountaineering magazines, and he's been offered sponsorships by North Face, Patagonia, and Victoria's Secret, despite rarely needing to wear clothing. Even Tesla asked to stencil their branding across Trevor's world-famous posterior. But Trevor has turned them all down.

"I've already sacrificed my body for this; I'd hate to sacrifice my principles too."

He finds himself an icon of female athletics and, most surprising of all, an unexpected sex symbol. His male admirers number in the millions. Like everything else, Trevor is taking that in his stride, though corporate sponsorships aren't the only offers he's having to decline.

"My wife has to filter the fan mail for marriage proposals," he chortles over tea. While he hydrates his organic body, his team checks his oil and lubricant levels. He tugs on his beard ruefully. "They assume I'm some sort of sex doll. I don't think they ever look at my face. Getting out of Kathmandu has been the hardest part so far - we were dodging offers to buy me!"

He has pushed the technology as far as it will go. His latest upgrade replaced the vestigial musculature of his torso and traded out his D cup breasts for F cups, freeing up internal space for the installation of an additional 100 kWh battery capacity.

"That was when I knew Everest was a possibility," Trevor says, running a hand proudly over his lithium-ion-filled orbs. "Combined with the batteries that Sherpas are placing at each camp and solar charging, we've enough to get to the top and back. Short of them screwing a battery-filled bulge to my belly and me waddling to the top, this is as good a shot as we'll ever have."