Pigmalion & Galatea

Our dear, poor sculptor. Yesterday he believed his dream come true; he was standing on the treshold of heaven; he was feeling proud and shy: proud of his masterpiece and shy before his masterpiece, who was standing nearly naked in front of him.

Our poor Pigmalion had spent hundreds of hours studying practical engineering. He skipped sleep and rest to obtain artistic inspiration... Only to be pursued by a biorobot around his mansion, seeking to steal his life.

He suddenlty felt something was wrong the very moment Galatea opened her eyes. They were full of love and anticipation, yet a love so crazy, the kind of passion that borders madness. She said "Hello, world", and it sounded like a menacing slogan, not only greeting. Her predictedly soft and cute vocaloid voice made a weird mixture with this intonation.

The sculptor was hypnotized by the girl's charming, aggressive eyes and felt her cold soft skin the next second. This embrace might have put him to an end, if he hadn't insinctively stepped back.

Now Pigmalion is hiding under the kitchen table and praying to Venus that the path-tracking mechanism of the statue's mind would collapse. And somewhere under the blanket of fear lie the remnants of his love.

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Hope You enjoy this piece, fellow Prosers and @TheWolfeDen