Every piece matters. One hair out of place, the wrong shade of pigmentation; there was just so much room for error. Too much highlight in the iris of her eyes, and he might as well claim defeat. He had put such care and time into her creation, and she must be perfect. Her lips needed just the right amount of pout, and the right stain of pink. He made certain she had only a pinch of color in her cheeks, and that her skin had the right shade of livelihood. She was his design, his fantasy, the answer to his solitude. And the best part was that she was completely his. He didn't have to share her with anyone, she was completely and totally his.

Dr. John Lee rejoiced in the completion of his project, and leaned back in his stool to admire his handiwork. Her eyes had the right amount of shine, her skin was luminous enough, and even her fingernails had a slight tint of rose for the everlasting perfect manicure. She looked good enough to eat, just like a child's sucker. Yes, she had the perfect heart shaped face, the irrefutable hourglass figure, that strawberries-and-cream complexion. And to think, she was nothing more than metal and vinyl…
And some paint.

And yet, Lolly was the woman of his dreams…

He checked and doubly checked her, and could not find one discrepancy in her appearance. He had even programmed every personality trait into her, to make sure she is as realistic as possible. She needed to have modesty and sweetness in general, but there was no denying what her true purpose was; not in the ample bosom or the roundness of her rear, or in the curve of her hip.
The doctor leaned to the side without taking his eyes off of Lolly, and examined her earring. Out of all of his failed attempts, he had never felt surer about this time. He knew it was different this time around, and he was ready to find out what the difference was. Just something in her lifelike eyes told him, she was the one. He reached up and pinched her pearl earring between his finger and thumb; one click, and he would hear her voice. Her gears will start to whir and the light will come into her eyes.
That's all it takes, one click, and she's alive.

He hesitated. While the anticipation was simmering beneath his exterior, he was, to say the least, nerve-wracked. Doubt hovered in his mind like a feather in the wind. What if she was just another failed prototype? He had dedicated nearly a year to her development. He had gone to great lengths to gather his materials, and delved deep into the psyche of his youthful female patients to form her mentality. Her golden hair was generously donated by the wig-maker, another one of his patients. She must've thought him odd when he asked if she had any blonde hair that she could spare, but she obliged happily and eagerly, disguising any thoughts that would've suggested otherwise.

He lowered his hand from her earring and brushed her hair behind her petite ear. Her anatomy… How long he worked on the design. Never mind her metallic structure, that was completed with ease when compared to her actual built. Finding the right substances to create the appropriate texture, dexterity, and firmness of her skin was, to say the least, the most difficult aspect of creating a woman. After all, how realistic can the aesthetic properties of a robot truly be if it left any suspicion in the mind?

Dr. Lee needed to know just how true to human form she could be. He grabbed a hold of her earring once more, and turned it once clockwise, half a turn counter-clockwise, and once more clockwise to the starting position.

He heard a small whir in her abdomen. The sound increased in intensity and spread north to her head. Her eyelids fluttered gently and blinked. He heard the gears come to life within her, and her fingers twitched ever so slightly. Her toes wiggled, and her legs swung back and forth barely an inch. It was her the oil traveling and lubricating her joints to allow the manipulation of her body. The doctor stared in awe, because nether one of his prototypes had ever functioned as expected. He looked into her face expectantly and noticed her jaw was moving up and down, left to right. It seems the oil had reached the joints of her face, and if his assumptions were correct, the next thing he would hear would be her voice.

Creating a voice box for this robotic woman was certainly no easy task. The best examples he had to go on were children's toys and telephone receivers. He believes he managed to invent a new type of voice box, one that wasn't so tinny-sounding, but it certainly did not pass for the voice of a flesh-and-blood woman. However, it was the best he could hope for in an artificial being. But who to model the voice after became the challenge. He was able to record several conversations with his female patients, especially the young ladies. None of them ever suspected he was up to such behavior, but if any did, it went above his head, and possible theirs. The easiest way to gather samples of their voices and vocal intonations was to have them speak about themselves in length, and he was the quickest to ask, "how do you do" and request, "tell me more, please. I'd love to know all about you."

But possibly the most difficult metal organ inside of her was her the memory and processing unit in her head: a makeshift brain. Creating recognition, inclination, understanding... It was a task that he had partaken in many times before, each time more complex then its predecessor. He only hoped that this time, he had created the proper--

There was a stutter of sound. Discarding his train of thought, he heard the stutter again, and looked at her face.

"Hhheh-lohhhhh... Doc-tor."