“Yeah, they’ll be fine,” Widget determined with a smirk. She cleaned the grease off of her fingers with a rag. “Two down, one to go.” Her gaze settled on Shelly.
The butterfly was much more ornate than the other two, being made of either glass or plastic or some combination of both molded to fit inside of a metal mesh that framed it all.The orange-colored lubrication that ran through her various joints was visible in the clear piping, and amusingly, a large store of it floated in her giant glass breasts like a pair of lava lamps. Widget took one of the rectangular boxes she’d awakened with from the bench, walked around behind the slanted worktable, and shoved it into the back of the Shelly frame’s head with no real finesse.
The lava-lamp butterfly came to life like a beautiful glass sculpture imbued magically with a soul, her antennae flicking this way and that. She, like the others, looked down at herself, at her hands, then the others. Her eyes squinted with great consternation, then intrigue. “I’m a robot.”
Widget nodded with a smile. “You got it.”
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