My best friend Dan was a genius, a real bona fide genius when it came to robotics. He could change the world if he wanted, but for his eccentric channelling of his works. For years he'd worked on and off making what he considered his ultimate partner, and then one day 'she' was sitting on his bedroom floor. I was speechless at the time; he'd really designed a perfect woman.

She didn't have a mouth. Perfection!

What truly amazed me was the universal remote he'd installed in her breasts. With subtle nuances in his grasping at her artificial mammaries he was able to turn on his DVD player and select scenes in seconds without even looking up. The way he handled her brought a tear to my eyes.

I decided to take him out for a drink, to celebrate his achievement. We decided to take his car, though Dan was loathe to leave his creation at home. He took her to the doorway as I walked to his garage, and he issued her some commands to keep her busy while he was gone.

Then he hugged her. It was beautiful, this man and his creation pressed close against one another, loathe to separate.

Then her tits beeped, and the garage door flew open into my face.