She’s a robot, but if it wasn’t for the glow of her infrared eye, you’d never know. Her skin is supple like yours, her hair moves like silk in a summer breeze. She has emotions like us, and she’s as confused by this big world as any human. She has a destiny, but she’ll call it programming. I don’t know if love will be enough to help her overcome her programming, but I’m sure willing to give it a shot.