You create sculpture, have made hundreds of them, sold numerous of them, and continue to do so and right now, your goal was to make your own ideal type, so you gave her the ideal features, hues, and, of course, a pretty, soft face. You completed a month later.

While you admired her, you were suddenly dazzled by light and you landed on the floor. You heard a very loud voice as you adjusted your vision after being blinded by the light.

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

Your sculpture became alive.