Uncanny Valley Girl
by Lucy A. Snyder
 

Mister Mori thought I'd find you eerie
with your tepid flesh and passive face.
In your assembly I see naught but beauty
sans the animal flaws of the feminine race.

Your polymer skin is smooth as bisque,
your eyes a cerulean unseen in Nature.
Swains may recoil from servo whir and whisk;
the deus of your machina's my favorite feature.

Your hardwired love is steadfast, unflinching,
though I'm a toadish sinner, obese and aging.
I smashed all my mirrors, dreading my reflection
but you swept up the shards with perky affection:

"Your credit is perfect ... no reason to worry!
Death is for losers. Let's buy your new body!"
 

Lucy A. Snyder lives in Columbus, Ohio where she writes by day and does tech support by night. Her poetry has appeared in publications such as Strange Horizons, Chiaroscuro, Full Unit Hookup, Snow Monkey, and Lady Churchill's Rosebud Wristlet. You can learn more at her site: http://www.sff.net/people/lucy-snyder. Lucy, for one, welcomes our new robot overlords.