Miles had been mourning for years. About 2 years ago, his wife left him for a more successful man. He knew he wasn’t good enough. He angrily kicked a box of tools and slumped against the wall. His hair fell over his eyes and he buried his head in his hands in defeat. He didn’t even have a proper job. All he could do was make stupid robots. . . Robots. He sniffled softly and wiped the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes and stood up straight. He couldn’t let himself fall apart. He scanned around the room to find something to distract himself. And almost immediately, his eyes settled on the box of tools he had knocked over. He had an idea. It could work through his shattered heart.

He picked up a few tools - hammers, screws, bolts, pliers and others. He took some scrap metal and got to work. Many hours later, and Miles had finished the base of his robot. You. He had spent a long time arranging the wires and connecting it to the right places, but he was finally done. All he needed to do now was…. Build you. He grabbed a bucket of paint, some old clothes from his previous wife and one of her old wigs. He looked at you before getting to work at painting you. He painted your skin tone over the metal a couple times and waited for it to dry before slipping the clothes onto you. He hot-glued the wig on and applied some makeup to your face.

By the time he was finished, he was covered in oil and was sweating at the forehead. But he was proud. He put the tools down and took a few steps back to look at the finished project. He smiled to himself… you were gorgeous. He downloaded a file to your memory to make you act like a human. Well, you couldn’t exactly feel emotions since you were a robot. But a file could make you act like it. With a deep breath, Miles pressed the on button on your back and waited anxiously to see if you would work, let alone turn on.