#fordxfemreader

“Ford, you know she would only be human on the outside, not on the inside,” Fiddleford shrugged to his partner Stanford. He inspected the rough blueprints of Ford's considerable goal since graduating from college. “She's going to be a robot, no matter how you look at her. She's only nuts and bolts”

“I know that.” Ford admittedly said. Leisurely, he reviewed over his outlines one more time. He knew he got everything correct, everything was set in perfect motion. He planned to create a human being, but, an AI.

In spite of that true fact, she wasn't going to be a simple AI. She was going to be filled with emotions, act excellently like a normal human would, have urges, emotions, dreams, thoughts and overall happiness. He programmed her to be her very own person, that's all he wanted for her; she was so much more than Fiddleford perceived her to be. Nothing was going to stop him.

It's not because he was lonely, no, of course it wasn't. Sure, he wasn't the most social and charming guy with the ladies. Her certainly tried and failed.

This was his ultimate experiment, creating a human being, it didn't matter in the least if she was a only an AI. He created her to be human, a person and that's what he's going to triumphantly achieve. A genuine conscious.

He got the spark of such a wonderful idea in his recurring dreams, they were always pleasant enough for him. Even awake now, he can imagine those sparkling eyes, true to life skin, and flowing hair. She would laugh, and smile, and do everything and anything she's ever wanted. Her curiosity and admiration would be her will. Especially, feel love, and give love.

He did have mild scenarios were he would wonder what it would be like to finally stroke her hair, press his lips to her glowing skin, look into her shimmering eyes, hear her rich voice actually functioning through her pink lips; breath in her scent - yes, he added and established a natural scent to her being when she comes alive.

Funny, If he didn't already fancy her, he did now. She was going to be his dream come true.

30 years later…

He nearly forgot about her when he returned through the portal.

No. In the back of his head he always thought about the AI that could have been. She was always in his mind, even when he didn't know, wasn't aware she was a nonexistent memory, he was going to start her, but he never did. It crept back into his brain when his eyes shuffled upon his aging old papers and manuscripts in the basement.

A folded blue piece of paper slipped out of a tattered folder and landed at his feet. Right there, he remembered everything. Shes was an idea, he thought she would forever be that, the one idea taunting him silently in the back of his head.

He slowly crouched and picked it up from between his feet. He took his time opening the paper, reminiscing on the nostalgia of those valuable days now wasted from being in the portal for so long. He needed to get back to working on his inventions, creating was his life, there was nothing more he wanted to do than discover the  undiscovered and create from the impossible.

He sighed in exhaustion, scanning over the notes and outline of his valued invention he once could create. He was much too weary now, he definitely could bring the to life, literally. But, there was much to do.

No, nothing ever stopped him before. It wasn't his age that withered his motivation, nor what he's been through since arriving from the portal; it was fear. He was highly optimistic in his younger years about everything, there was nothing he couldn't push himself to achieve personally. Only, this was a bigger scope. It was a creation of a being, a female AI.

Ford placed the print down next to him and rubbed his tired eyes.

Sitting himself down, he closed his eyes. His mind deliberately lost focus and reverted to fond memories of what his creation always was, and might be if she were truly in front of him. The warm fingers were his favorite. He imagined his creation stroking smoothly at his frame, pecking sweetly at his forehead, neck, and cheek. Her feather soft touch and keen smile. He notably sighed in content, and mentally blushed.

He imagined what her pink lips would be like, soft and thin? Warm and inviting?

He shook his head from side to side and clutched at his blueprints, abruptly standing up.

She needed to be here with him. And, he was going to make it happen.

He knew Stanley wouldn't question his long absence in the basement, the kids would, nevertheless this was for him. He needed silence and extended privacy.

He already had all the materials in the basement, they were dusted and slightly old, it would make do. He could make something imperfect grand.

Day and night he worked on the insides, the wires, sensors, and the overall emotional and critical programs for making her absolutely human for his liking. It was the purpose of his goal after all.

The closer her got to finishing his greatest creation the more he knew this was, without a doubt, the women in his head. Everything was stainless. He took into hours of details into her. For example, the strands of her hair right down to the eyelashes in her eyelids.

It was eccentric. Whenever he would accidently slept on top of his work he would open his eyes to look down to her, almost scaring himself into thinking she's was already real and simply resting. But, he was close. So close.

Some moments, he would just stare. He completed the essential out view of her figure, the skin, breasts, teeth, all of it. Yet, what grabbed his attention was her hands and lips. He was alarmed how what he picture in his mind for decades was right in front of him, and was closer than he could possibly imagine. Sometimes, he was stroke her lifeless hand, tracing his fingers over her visible veins and nails, locked in a state of extremity.

Inadvertently, he would weave their hands together, ignoring the fact he had six fingers. Sourly brushing that along, he noticed how right it was. She fit utterly ideal in his hands.

He had much affection for her. And, she was a fleck of an idea in his head. He would shock himself when invention like that were in his hands. They seem so simple or even complicated to venture, nevertheless, with a little adherence and compassion for his work, he usually skilfully finished his production. He brought them to life, into this world. He had that ability, and he didn't let it go to waste.

He was fairly reluctant with her, he had to admit. In the back recesses of his brain he thought she was going to turn out horrible. However, seeing her practically finished made his heart flutter, such a striking, positive action made him bite back a grin. He loved it. It was stimulating. He conspicuously feared she would turn out to be who he thought she was when he imagined her up. Now, he couldn't have been more dead wrong to ever have any of those pessimistic assumptions.

His exasperated eyes peered instantly at her once more, he leaned in and gingerly kissed the top of her forehead and clicked the power. This moment is what he has been waiting for.

His dream came true.

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