Rani and the Scientist (a silly poem story)

[kekona]

There once was a scientist
A mad little man
Who one day thought to himself
“I shall make myself a plan!
To build myself a wife
as sweet as she can be.
Who will do the washing and cooking
and pick up after me.
She shall be so beautiful,
My strange robotic wife.
With red lips to smile with
And hazel bolt eyes.”
So with a snap of his fingers
And a twinkle in his eyes.
He set about to making
This home made robo-bride.
It took years of work
and quite a few mistakes
but at long last, he had made himself a mate.
Her eyes twinkled like golden orbs
and her lips as red as roses.
She had the softest of smiles
and the smallest of noses.
As he flipped the switch to start her
And she sat up on the tray
He gave a great big yell
And shouted “Oh may the heavens bless this day!”
He took her small hand
And placed her on her feet.

Her long hair falling
like inky tendrils towards her feet.
She smiled the prettiest of smiles
As she slid into her shoes.
And said “Oh dear, oh dear,
So much for me to do!
The house needs cleaning,
And these floors need work
And oh I must figure out
What we shall have for dessert!”
And without a kiss his bride disappeared
With great pace into the house.
Leaving the scientist who made her
Quite a bit put out.
Still he smiled at his success
As he climbed the basement stair
And could not help but compliment himself
On making a girl so fair.
And so they lived this happy life
For a year or so
And he even invited her to parties
And glowered in the glow
Of praise upon her making
And asks for making of same.
But of course he refused
For there were none quite like the first
Who he named Rani
For a name just as soft as she.
But as time wore on
He saw something in his love
An aching emptiness
That he simply could not resolve.
He reprogrammed her OS
At least a hundred times
Checked over her parts
And even changed her eyes.
Yet the sadness persisted
And seem to tear at his dear.
A major malfunction in her making
Was becoming his worst fear!

So as they lay in bed
With books of such large size
One of Plato with the scientist
And Hawking for the bride
He heard a sigh so heavy
It would make a clown cry
And he turned to her and whispered
With sadness in his eyes.
“Tell me what bothers you my dearest.
I must know
is it the eyes I have given you?
is it the house you know?
Do I not love you enough?
Nor give you enough care?
Do you need an oil change?
What can I fix for you my fair?”

She turned to him with a sad smile
And her eyes did not glow
As she whispered to him
“Sweetheart, I did not want you to know.
But a child is what I wish for,
One for my own.
I have seen the mothers with them
And they come with such a glow
A great happiness that I wish
So ever much to know.
Yet I cannot have one
For I am made of nuts and bolts.
And I fear I will never know
The beauty life holds.”

A deep frown took the scientist
As he took her hand in his own.
For how could he give a child
To some one made of springs and volts?
How could he make her springs give life
And give that glow she wished.
But a smile replaced his frown
And he gave her cheek a kiss.
“I shall make you one my dear
One of never changing size!
I shall make you one all your own
Who will live just like you
To never age or wither,
And to always be with you!
Do you want a baby?
Wrapped in clothes and toys
Or a toddler perhaps...
Though that may make too much noise.
A child of five to seven
Or maybe even ten!
Tell me what you want
And I will make it, I'm sure I can!”

Her smile lit up so pretty
As she quickly nodded her head.
The squeak of her movement
Nearly shaking the bed.
“I want a child of eight
So young and wide eyed
To see this world with me
And to always be mine.”

So the scientist hopped out of bed
Throwing covers aside
And quickly set out to make a child
For his beautiful robo bride.
“Boy or girl” he shouted
On the fifth or sixth day
Which is something dear Rani
Had nearly let fall astray
It took quite a moment before she could return.

“A girl would be better
I think” she replied
“For a boy will not like cooking, or cleaning
or baking pie.”

And so well into the days
And many many nights.
The scientist toiled away
For this brand new prize
He did not know if he could do it
Making a life so small
And he broke so many magnifying glasses
He had to buy out the mall
But once the welding was finished
And he threw the switch
He was sure
The sadness of his wife
Would soon be dismissed..

Her eyes opened, the sweetest of greens.
And she gave a little giggle
That lit up her cheeks.
“Go find your mother.”
He said with a grin
“Give her a shock,
And take yourself for a spin.”
So she rushed up the stair
With a giggle of glee
And ran to the kitchen
To see her mother
Making a cake for she.

But then something dreadful
Snuck into the lab
And began making something horrid
Making it's own plan.
So much jealousy for his robo-wife
and now his robochild
And sprung around the town.
Like weeds in a garden
That cause the roses to drown.
They did not like his perfect wife
Or his perfect child
And feared them with their silver skin
And mechanical smile.

And so there was a great crash,
Then something went boom.
And the house went up in flames
Disappearing into the gloom.
The smoke rose high into the sky
Blotting out the moon
It took his lab and child
And melted his wife to glue.
So as he stared into the fire
And ash that consumed.
He wept a tear before
Turning to the drones
The people of the town
Their eyes lit by envy
And hate
And yelled to them as he walked through his gate.
“You are cruel
And heartless
And know nothing of love.
You're more robots than Rani
Or any other automaton above
And this will not be my last attempt
This I'll have you know.
I'll build another wife
I'll give it another go
I'll make another child
One who will show you all
You know
And their perfection
shall mock the disgust in you
Your black hearts cannot take us
Nor will you ever win.
For I will build them
Again and again and again.”

With defiance in his eyes
He quickly walked away
As the people of the town
Eyed each other in shame.

And so a great movement began
As the house was remade
And the pieces of dear Rani
Were brought together again.
They brought them to the scientist,
And begged him for his help.
They did not mean to harm
And now wanted to help.
The scientist frowned for awhile
Before nodding to them all
“I trust you will stay good to your word
To never harm at all.”
The people asked apologies, and began to rebuild the lab.
And helped create Rani II
Along with twins Carla and Brad.

The scientist still lives there
With a new robo dog
In the house at the corner of the cul de sac
With the red roof above
And he'll smile from his garden
With Rani II and his pup.
And his kids play ball with others
With their silver skin so tough.
They live a life so happy
And so full of friends
That Rani II never asked
For anything again.