The CPR class began moments after my vision of the artificial sweetie. A dozen or more humans filed into place beside their respective "partners" (i.e., the dummy who would be receiving their breathing skills and communicable diseases over the next hour).

She, the nameless wonder, was lying like sleeping beauty next to a crabby old woman who looked like she'd seen better days in the Great Depression. At least my object of polymer attraction wasn't coupled with some manly man. I don't know how I could compete with that. I mean, how can I make the moves on her? I can't freakin' move!

Well, I'm not complaining. In fact, my lack of mobility was serving me well at the moment. I couldn't take my eyes off her!

Okay, so whoever placed me here in the facility left me in this position and it's beyond my ability to, you know, turn away. So, I had no choice but to stare at her...and stare some more...and, if memory serves me, keep staring. I'm surprised I didn't burn a hole through her silicone structure.

I think she may have noticed my intent gaze. After the session ended (I honestly couldn't tell you what happened), I noticed a slight blush in her perfectly-molded cheeks, as she was drug away into whatever, less-than-regulation storage closet they kept those of her kind. Wherever the place, it was blessed to bear the first mannequin to melt my plastic heart.

I don't know how; I don't know when. But...she will be mine. Oh yes...she will be mine.

Now if I could just figure out a way to deny the laws of immobility that governed my lifeless body, I'd actually be able to do something about it.

Blast you, oh cruel Maker!!!