I built her out of spare parts. I used everything from old television and microwave transformers to capacitors I dug out of an old jukebox. She was beautiful. She contained so much detail and such fine construction. Once she was complete I was so proud. She consisted of such workmanship, such perfection.
It was a very long time before I realized she wouldn’t age, she only rusted. She’s five now and on her way to school. I hope she doesn’t have a rough time making friends. It’s a strange thing, sending your only daughter off into the world to rust on her own; five feet tall with yellow wires for hair, aluminum skin, and blue LEDs for eyes, she should be just fine.