Ain't it grand?
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.