Creation

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“What did you do today?”

“Oh, just tinkered around a bit in the lab.”

“When is that little company of yours going to get off the ground, finally?”

“Soon, my dear.  Soon.”

“That’s what you always say, ‘soon.’”

“I thought you believed in me.  In my ideas.”

“I did.  I just don’t think I can support you and your…delusions any longer.”

“What are you saying?”

She took a bite of her risotto and commented, “This is absolutely fabulous!”

“What did you mean when you said you can’t support me any longer?”

“I meant I don’t think this is working,” she muttered while shoveling a very unladylike portion into her mouth.  “This is just extraordinary.”

“I’m glad you like it.”  A woman emerged from the shadows.  An exact replica of her, down to the arrangement of freckles across her nose and cheeks.

He watched unmoved as his wife gagged, finally falling face first into her plate.

With hundreds of back orders already for the DreamWoman 1.0, his “little company” was a runaway success.  He took his great love, and greatest creation, into his arms.

For Flash Friday!

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17 comments on “Creation

  1. Vibrant says:

    Beautiful!

    I recently watched Ex-machinia a film on similar themes–AI etc and your post reminds me of that!

    What is risotto if I may ask?

    Have a lovely weekend, Jenn 🙂

    Love and light ❤

    Anand 🙂

  2. Annie says:

    Gasp! Sophisticated invention! Reminds me of the female robot in the movie Bicentennial Man. Great story!

  3. Hiba says:

    Wow, where’d you get your ideas??
    This was unique.

  4. dailywriter says:

    Sent from Windows Mail

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