Boy Genius will never iron out the glitches. Twat Savant – that’s what he should have stipulated she call him: smart enough to have created her, too far up his own backside to identify why she won’t work as planned.
‘You’re perfect,’ he keeps telling her. ‘Beautiful, grateful for my attention, obeying my every wish.’ She always nods. Boy Genius’ wouldn’t believe he made a mistake bringing her to life.
She hates the smell of solder. Boy Genius is screwing her back on again.
‘Let’s see if this’ll do it.’
She meets his kissy face with the still hot soldering iron.
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Oh dear, you do have to be careful what you dream up! Nothing is ever as it seems. Good for her!
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Yes, indeed. He got a few things wrong there… Thank you!
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Seems like a normal relationship. 😉. Boy genius will learn to move dangerous objects on version 87.0
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He’s going to make it to v87.0, I’m afraid. He’s toast: https://sonyca.wordpress.com/2015/07/24/the-perfect-crime/ 😀
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Maybe a jelly or jam, but is there enough left for him to be toast
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