Leighton toiled at his welding, his protective mask down over his face as sparks shot out from the tip of his pen-like instrument.

She has to be perfect. He thought. Then again, humanity is imperfect, so how will she love me if she is perfect and I am not? Ah, forget that, of course she’ll love me, I’m her creator…Then again, maybe she won’t. He sighed as he set down the pen, the sparks stopping.

He swiveled around in his chair to place the final processor, which he had had to shape to where it would align with the rest of the processors and still look remotely like a human head.

After a few quick screws and a couple additional welds, everything was in place. He stared at the metal and plastic skeleton. This is the last time she will be a robot, after this, she is human.

He retrieved his bucket of F-Flesh, Hue #B87333, and set to work on fleshing her out…in all the right places.