SMILE

 

I was so lost.  But for awhile I felt loved, felt needed when I lay beside my beautiful creation, my April. 

 

It wasn’t all about sex you know, well not entirely.  It was waking up in the night and knowing that I wasn’t alone, that someone cared whether I lived or died.  I’d never known that feeling before. But it the end April wasn’t enough.  In the end I couldn’t ignore that she was a something not a someone.  You were a someone.

 

You smiled not because you had been programmed to, but because you wanted to.  And the knowing that *I’d* made you smile, in a wholly different way than I made April smile, was what clinched it.  That was no falseness in your grin, no plasticity.

 

A smile is one of the most difficult expressions to create, even with all my understanding of robotics I could never get Aprils smile just right.  Maybe because I never really smiled myself.  Least not until you walked into that lecture hall and into my life.

 

When you took that smile away from me I was lost all over again, and now I knew just how good life could be, knew just what I was missing without you in my life.

 

Before I moved your still form that night, I made you smile one last time, but it never reached your empty eyes.