Isolation, segregation has effects, when you're alone and your detachment goes unchecked, laugh at jokes that are not funny, a robot made with washers tummy, quite a range of strange events, with self-neglect. Then some magic conjures life into latex, the head you've enhanced with some hair, and rounded specs, it's like a child has been born, a new creation has been formed, amazing concept, all achieved without the sex. You call him Charles, and the effect is quite profound, you start to scale from the depths that you were bound, a new best friend, he's the full package, and he adores your boiled cabbage, it's great to have some company, to hang around.
A quaint little tail, sees a lonely tinkerer playing a Geppetto type character in contemporary times, who conjures up a scrap yard equivalent of the wooden boy in the form of a larger than life robot called Charles.
A quaint little tail, sees a lonely tinkerer playing a Geppetto type character in contemporary times, who conjures up a scrap yard equivalent of the wooden boy in the form of a larger than life robot called Charles.