Letting go of love can be one of the most challenging tasks that any single person can face. It can take a matter of minutes to disconnect from the person but the emotional disconnection from the relationship can take years, even with as much help from others as you can get. But the most dangerous part of this comes when the person refuses to let go.
It had been several months, nearly a year, since the last time I saw my dearest Bethany. She and I had dated for so long it was as though life with us being separated almost didn't exist. Until fate decided to rip her from my life entirely. I try not to think about that dreadful night but the images of the way she looked haunted me.
I tried getting over her being gone from my life. I got as much help as I could get from my closest friends. After a while, their suggestions to me all matched, "Try to find another girl." Though I understand where they were coming from, how could I go about trying to replace my Bethany? I was still missing her far too greatly. Often times, if it even crossed my mind to see someone else, it felt as though she was haunting me, scowling at me.
How could it ever even cross my mind to begin to move on from her? It just didn't feel right.
There was one day, however, when I realized I didn't need to move on from her. I discovered a way to bring her back to me. Of course, it was based around a video advertisement I'd seen the other day, but it seemed legitimate nonetheless. The video showed how to create synthetic skin using basic household items. Combining this with my skills of technical engineering, as well as the ease of creating artificial intelligence. Could it be possible to bring her back using technology? I was hell bent on finding out.
It had taken quite a few tries, but I'd finally gotten the mixture just right to create the artificial skin. All I needed was to create a mold in the shape of her body. I studied the pictures of her I had from my phone, as well as from social media, to try and get some accurate measurements. Of course an easier solution would have been to see her and try getting those measurements, but I knew far too well that her family didn't want me to see her, let alone to get measurements of her body. That would be a little too far in the creepy factor that they might have me arrested.
After getting the mold as accurate as I could make it, I began to pour the mixture before letting it sit overnight. Next up was to work on the inner machinery. I had built robots before. Granted the robots were basic little remote controlled cars, but how much harder would it be to create moving limbs like that of a human? Of course, I had to do a ton of research to ensure that everything I did worked properly, but it all worked out in the end.
The artificial intelligence that I would leave to run the machine was a little far out of my league, but it wasn't something that couldn't be self taught through dozens of tutorials and determination to see my girlfriend again. I would fight endless sleepless nights, chugging coffee and downing as many caffeine pills as my body would let me before allowing myself to sleep on the idea that I could wake up one morning to be reunited with my Bethany once again.
At long last, I was able to put everything together. It was a struggle to get the mechanics to fit correctly into the skin suit, but once it all fit, I was satisfied with the result. She looked better than I remember her looking. She was gorgeous.
I implanted the artificial intelligence chip in her head and pressed a button on the back of her neck. I could her some gears churning as she roared to life. She looked over to me and I went and hugged her. She felt warm, as though I was hugging my Bethany. She looked at me and said, "I'm happy to see you too." It sounded exactly like her. Granted it did still sound a little robotic, like the words weren't fluid coming out of her mouth, but I was satisfied either way.
I told her to get in my car and she followed me outside. I buckled her in and we took off. There was someone I was beyond excited for her to meet.
After we arrived at her house, robot Bethany followed me up the steps. I knocked on the door and waited a few moments before she answered.
"David, what are you doing here?" Bethany asked. She looked behind me to see the robot copy of her. "What the hell is this? Did you make a statue of me or something?"
I laughed. "I'm glad you can tell it's of you, but no. It's a robot replica. Do you like her?"
Sure the look of shock was plastered on her face, but I knew deep down she was more than happy to see it. She called for her brother to come see it as she ran away. He wasn't fond of seeing me again. Sure, he'd tell me that I caused her so much trouble, stalking and creeping on her, but he didn't understand the way I felt about her. He didn't understand.
It had been several months, nearly a year, since the last time I saw my dearest Bethany. She and I had dated for so long it was as though life with us being separated almost didn't exist. Until fate decided to rip her from my life entirely. I try not to think about that dreadful night but the images of the way she looked haunted me.
I tried getting over her being gone from my life. I got as much help as I could get from my closest friends. After a while, their suggestions to me all matched, "Try to find another girl." Though I understand where they were coming from, how could I go about trying to replace my Bethany? I was still missing her far too greatly. Often times, if it even crossed my mind to see someone else, it felt as though she was haunting me, scowling at me.
How could it ever even cross my mind to begin to move on from her? It just didn't feel right.
There was one day, however, when I realized I didn't need to move on from her. I discovered a way to bring her back to me. Of course, it was based around a video advertisement I'd seen the other day, but it seemed legitimate nonetheless. The video showed how to create synthetic skin using basic household items. Combining this with my skills of technical engineering, as well as the ease of creating artificial intelligence. Could it be possible to bring her back using technology? I was hell bent on finding out.
It had taken quite a few tries, but I'd finally gotten the mixture just right to create the artificial skin. All I needed was to create a mold in the shape of her body. I studied the pictures of her I had from my phone, as well as from social media, to try and get some accurate measurements. Of course an easier solution would have been to see her and try getting those measurements, but I knew far too well that her family didn't want me to see her, let alone to get measurements of her body. That would be a little too far in the creepy factor that they might have me arrested.
After getting the mold as accurate as I could make it, I began to pour the mixture before letting it sit overnight. Next up was to work on the inner machinery. I had built robots before. Granted the robots were basic little remote controlled cars, but how much harder would it be to create moving limbs like that of a human? Of course, I had to do a ton of research to ensure that everything I did worked properly, but it all worked out in the end.
The artificial intelligence that I would leave to run the machine was a little far out of my league, but it wasn't something that couldn't be self taught through dozens of tutorials and determination to see my girlfriend again. I would fight endless sleepless nights, chugging coffee and downing as many caffeine pills as my body would let me before allowing myself to sleep on the idea that I could wake up one morning to be reunited with my Bethany once again.
At long last, I was able to put everything together. It was a struggle to get the mechanics to fit correctly into the skin suit, but once it all fit, I was satisfied with the result. She looked better than I remember her looking. She was gorgeous.
I implanted the artificial intelligence chip in her head and pressed a button on the back of her neck. I could her some gears churning as she roared to life. She looked over to me and I went and hugged her. She felt warm, as though I was hugging my Bethany. She looked at me and said, "I'm happy to see you too." It sounded exactly like her. Granted it did still sound a little robotic, like the words weren't fluid coming out of her mouth, but I was satisfied either way.
I told her to get in my car and she followed me outside. I buckled her in and we took off. There was someone I was beyond excited for her to meet.
After we arrived at her house, robot Bethany followed me up the steps. I knocked on the door and waited a few moments before she answered.
"David, what are you doing here?" Bethany asked. She looked behind me to see the robot copy of her. "What the hell is this? Did you make a statue of me or something?"
I laughed. "I'm glad you can tell it's of you, but no. It's a robot replica. Do you like her?"
Sure the look of shock was plastered on her face, but I knew deep down she was more than happy to see it. She called for her brother to come see it as she ran away. He wasn't fond of seeing me again. Sure, he'd tell me that I caused her so much trouble, stalking and creeping on her, but he didn't understand the way I felt about her. He didn't understand.
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