Gemotions

The warehouse felt cavernous, the dust motes dancing in the single shaft of sunlight that pierced the gloom. I, Mark, had painstakingly crafted a fully functioning robot companion. And so, it seemed, had Sarah. There it was, right next to mine, its metallic arm extended in a friendly, albeit identical, wave.

My lips were stretched in a wide grin. I felt light, as if I could float right off the ground. Sarah, across from me, was practically vibrating with a similar energy. Her hands flew to her mouth, and her shoulders shook with a silent mirth.

She walked over and started to poke at my creation. I watched her, my own hands starting to explore the similarities between the two robots. It was a perfect mirror.

“I was so certain,” Sarah managed to say, her voice cracking. “I was going to win.”

“Me too," I replied, unable to stop the smile growing on my face.