03 He powered down the hand

Says:

He powered down the hand. The servos slowly whirred their way to a halt and the device collapsed against the table. This generation of the model was much more lifelike than the others. The flesh that covered it was textured in such a way that, to the touch, was indistinguishable from the real thing. On top of this the movements were surprisingly convincing.

“The final piece,” said Victor as he picked up his creation and walked to the center of the room.

He walked anxiously towards what appeared to be a young man’s body lying naked on the table. He took the man’s arm and fitted the hand into its open socket, twisting it until it would budge no further.

Victor restlessly paced as the final coding was uploaded. He knew what the secret was to perfection. Man was not perfect. Man could never be perfect, but with time and effort his creations could. Victor was ready to prove this.

He had learned from the mistakes of his predecessors. For one thing, using genuine human body parts did not help in the slightest. Flesh wears and tears, wrinkles form, muscle fades. Age alone can destroy the body.

Victor watched as the final data uploaded, and took it as a sign to start the true purpose of this project. He grabbed a wire that lay near the table and examined the long thin needle attached to the tip. He took the cable and slammed the needle into his forehead. Instantly collapsing, he writhed on the floor for what seemed like ages. Finally as his body went limp, there was silence, and the man lying on the table opened his eyes.

Victor had created perfection.