3-D Printing
Obviously, he could not include
internal organs all of those biological systems,
beside he was a little fuzzy
about what went where.
He had 3-D printed a chair,
testing his and the machines skills,
its four legs walked around for an hour
bumping into walls and stumbling over curled rugs
but then would walk no more.
It was relegated to another room
where it still sulked.
Next time he might try to make one
with eyes.
She would have to be hollow.
Brains would be tricky also,
best to have emptiness between her ears,
however he could copy eyes, nose, and mouth
and all other facial features.
He probably could work from memory
regarding her sexual parts.
When his wife came home and found a shell of a woman
lounging on the couch and giggling at his amusing quips
she asked him to 3-D print a gun and bullets for her
he did,
of course but should have known better
for later that night she shot them both with it.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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