Lilly’s creator, Jeff Owens of Crumbley Laboratories, Inc, was extremely proud of his robot prototype of the perfect woman. In his opinion, the perfect woman was not emotional. He considered it to be a “defectâ€. Therefore, Lilly had no emotions. Lilly did not know how to love or hate, laugh or cry. Jeff managed to instill “care†in the prototype. Lilly was able to be kind to children and animals because she could “careâ€. So sure was Jeff that Lilly was the “perfect woman†that he was ready to take his invention to the marketing department to begin work on promotion and sales.
Unbeknownst to Jeff and quite accidentally, Lilly also had “desireâ€. Jeff did not build “desire†into the robot. It was one of those “happy errors†for Lilly. So conditioned was she with the emotional void, she carefully hid the fact that she had any desire for anything other than what Jeff decided she should have.
When Jeff took Lilly on trial trips out into the public places, Lilly had seen the human women with tiny little humans called babies. She noticed how faces softened when looking at the tiny human beings. She noticed how pretty a human “Mommy†looked when she smiled at the tiny human. Lilly watched and the desire for a tiny prototype grew in her electrodes. Lilly wanted to experience emotions ~ if there was any way possible….. And she really, REALLY wanted her own tiny prototype.
Lilly approached Jeff with her desire for a tiny robot prototype. At first Jeff didn’t think he had the ability to create a tiny prototype. All of his molds were adult sized molds. Because the microchip was so tiny, programming and provisional space within the prototype was no problem. All he had to do was regress the learned skills to those of an infant. The only thing left was to figure out how to make baby sized molds…
Jeff thought long and hard about how he could “shrink†his model when he had his “eureka momentâ€! Shrink… but of course… Jeff created a glass room of sorts. The glass must be able to withstand high temperatures, yet cool to the touch so that he could observe the “shrinkage†process as he would try to “shrink†an adult size model with heat and steam. Thus, Jeff constructed a double paned glass room.
After Jeff worked out all the details of the shrinkage and he observed that his baby prototype was actually shrinking to infant proportions, he took Lilly to the shrink room to see his progress. Jeff knew that Lilly would “care†for this tiny prototype. He began to think about marketing the “perfect family†for those men who did not have the time or ability to develop a loving relationship with another human. In his mind, he was counting his money. He was going to be rich……
As Lilly stared through the glass at her new “babyâ€, Lilly began to feel a strange sensation. She felt a swelling in her chest area. A soft sigh escaped her lips. Jeff observed her face soften and become more beautiful. He imagined his wealth growing.
And, while Jeff was watching his imaginary wealth grow, something was growing inside of Lilly. As she watched her “baby†being formed, she felt something wet slide down her cheek. She gulped a huge breath of air as her chest swelled even more. What is this? She tapped into her data chip for a definition. The moisture is called “tearsâ€! She searched her data chip further and learned the swelling in her chest area, sighs and relaxing of her facial features is called “loveâ€. How can that be? I am built without emotions, she thought…
Jeff came out of his fantasy world of money just in time to have an epiphany… He saw all the signs of love on Lilly’s face, caring, desire and impatience to hold her baby. She looked at him and laughed with unbridled joy!
Jeff was confused and wondering where he went wrong as his mind bid farewell to his imaginary wealth. It was the epiphany that showed him, clear as crystal, that his prototype was now just cold plastic and microchips and perfectly alike, otherwise, as any other woman – any other EMOTIONAL WOMAN!
As Lilly stood looking through the glass at the object of her dreams, Jeff silently slid down the glass wall into an emotional, crumpled heap. As Lilly glanced down for a moment, she thought about how the world really needs a perfect male prototype with the absence of the “wealth†chip and a pumped up “family†chip.
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‘Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a sound could be heard
‘cept for the snore of a louse
no sugar plums imagined
no gifts were expected
no food in the fridge
no signs of Christmas detected
The little boy curled into a tight little ball
Hoping beyond hope to not hear a foot fall
Just another night of terror and misery
Nothing to look forward to, not even a tree
Fast forward many years
the little boy was grown
He married his sweetheart
Had a home of his own
It’s a miracle he grew
To be such a fine man!
His rocky youth
Now a memory ban
But deep down inside
His memories would erupt
Each Christmas when his wife
Put the Christmas tree up
He said “Bah humbugâ€
His wife not a clue
Why the Grinch showed up
Every year on cue
Many a holiday
Was spent in this way
His wife completely puzzled
Until one cold dark day
He said to his wife
You cannot know
The memories I have
Not allowed to show
My childhood was different
No happiness known
No loving parents
No kindness’s shown
No Christmas dinner
No toys under a tree
No loving words
It was not to be
So I don’t want a reminder
Of past misery
I want Christmas to be over
Take down that tree!
His wife was heartbroken
To learn of his past
So carefully hidden
Until this cold blast!
His memories hurt him!
But what could she do?
She said I love Christmas
I’ll not allow misery too
She thought and she thought
Of how to resolve
His issues with Christmas
To get him involved
Suddenly she realized
The answer so clear
He needs new memories
That he can hold dear
New Christmas Eve traditions
Were started that day
Traditions that now
Are here to stay
She went to her kitchen
And began to prepare
Mouthwatering delights
All made with care
She invented snack night
Much to his delight
They munch on treats
By the glow of Christmas lights
Only a couple of years
For the bad memories to leave
As he began to look forward
to their new Christmas Eve
Now the Night before Christmas
Is a wonderful night
New memories were made
And their world is all right!
Written by Darlene Cirinna
Copyright December 20, 2010
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