The inventor leaned over the lattice fence in the company’s yard, taking a needed break and trying to settle what might be the problem. The canon of physical biology had not stumped him, but his “female of the future” concept was proving to be more of a fluster than a finality.
He could easily land a pretty model with beautiful hair and body but when giving a hug it caused an electric jolt to a human. This was just sloppy work he pondered, as his brain was overloaded with the stress of his boss’s timeline. If only he was in my shoes he thought, he’d realize this is no easy task.