Ain't it grand?

Avatar Author: Centipede Damascus I'm from the future, you have to trust me. Read Bio

Ain’t it grand, she said, admiring the fine, smooth synthetic skin. Ain’t it fine, she grinned, showing off the perfectly coiffured silicon hair. Its voice was low and calming as the mouth moved and smiled realisitically. It shook hands with everyone that came up to take a look, holding their hands firmly. She eagerly demonstrated the programmed reflexes in the arms and legs. At the press of a button on a hastily jury-rigged RC controller, she could make it do the Macarena or the Hustle. The glass eyes could even cry.

Everyone agreed that this kind of showboating really wasn’t very acceptable at a middle school science fair.

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  1. Avatar A Dabble of Thelonious

    Nicely done.

  2. Avatar Vann Diras

    haha. wonderful, Centipede

  3. Avatar Usagi

    I really wasn’t expecting it to end like that, great job.

  4. Avatar lastsyllable

    I would beat that girl stupid.

  5. Avatar Muse among Myths

    It wall all fine until she revealed it also doubled as a pleasure mode.

  6. Avatar YaYa

    Dang, nice reveal Centi.

    The only quibble I have is putting quotation marks around your dialogue. You’re not Cormac McCarthy.

  7. Avatar J.M.V.

    The first paragraph feels a little clunky, but then the ending…

    You made me laugh after I spent the day writing about regret and suicide. That’s something, I think.

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