Will had built robots and explored AI since he was a boy. This new project presented new challenges but Will was ready to tackle them.
This one looked just like Sheila. Sometimes Will had to remind himself S2 was different. As she stood, unblinking, in the garage Will didn’t need reminding.
Her arm fell to the floor with a soft thud. Will stared at the fleshy decomposing mass.
“Well, the robotic one is almost ready.”
S2 pulled her crumbling lips back like a scared dog baring teeth.
“We’ll work on that smile next. Sheila had the most beautiful smile.”
Frankenstein was first published in 1818.
Word Count: 99
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers as always.