She had a beautiful smile - short sci-fi story.

Oscar was in a hurry. The wig was ready, as were the red sneakers and the dress.

The female android with fixed eyes watched the stooped figure of a man, constrained by the nakedness of a mechanized doll.

Oskar moved to the exhibition part. In a hurry he forgot about the oil spilled on the floor. Android knew his habits as well as his own program.

He returned with an elongated object wrapped in paper and tied with string.

Ah, the android thought, a new arm.

She felt no excitement, sadness or pain. She knew that during the assembly Oskar would be close to her. He will inhale lavender perfumes, hiding the revitalization mix. He will puff into the hollow above the collarbone, the sensitive skin of the breast and the ribs in a place where people have tickles.

She was only wearing red sneakers. He put them on first, although he was the last to tie his shoelaces. He was a man of ritual. A bit like a machine with an algorithm, with the difference that it was not necessarily subject to the will of other people.

            He stood beside her with his hand unwrapped, fastened her in deep concentration. Not once did he look up at his mouth, breasts, thighs. A new subroutine germinated in it, so that with the same commitment Oskar would pay attention to who she was. Was it ... still? Like the chair she was sitting on. Like a table with tools on it. Like the tools themselves. He did not look at them "really" either.

She knew that she could not worry and worry, but when he brought a long dress in patterned flowers, the new directive raised the fluid pressure of the mechanism inside the breast.

"Stand up," Oskar ordered, biting his lower lip, staring at the floor.

She didn't get up.

"What is…?" Oskar asked, putting the dress back to the workshop.

"Stand up," he repeated.

Still nothing.

Android did not understand. Opposition was at odds with what she was.

Oskar put his hands around the android's face. His eyes were focused only on her.

The doll felt the warmth of the human body. Coffee breath, men's sweat and the scent of aftershave.

She blinked.

Startled, Oscar jumped up, slipped on the oil stain and fell. He didn't move.

New programs flooded the android CPU with conflicting directives. Opposition to passivity spread through the mechanism like an electric shock.

Android is up. He staggered forward and stopped in front of Oscar, who was unconscious. A telephone protruded from his pants pocket. With resistance, the doll reached out for it.

A few minutes before the workshop, an ambulance stopped at a signal. The rescuers broke down the door and fell inside.

"You ok?”one of the rescuers asked Oscar when he regained consciousness.

"What happened? "

"I think it's because of her", the doctor pointed at the android. - Nice lookin', but I think it's over for it.

Oskar got up despite their opposition and went to the chair. Android was sitting with the phone in his hand. He looked like he was sleeping. Smoke rose from it's ear.

"She blinked," he said, and for the first time he really looked at her.

She had a beautiful smile.

Then he squatted and tied the laces of red sneakers.