Lucy stopped in front of her bed to show off her new vintage outfit to her favorite mannequin, me. “Hey Steph, what do you think about my new outfit? I made it myself with some help of course from AI Lucy.”
I simply stared in awe of my amazing owner, “Oh My God! You look amazing! Simply breathtaking, and not to mention super retro.”
“Aw, thanks. I really like how it accentuates my curves.” She noticed me pouting a bit in the corner. “Aw, Steph, what’s wrong? Why are you sad? I thought you were supposed to be the happiest mannequin alive?”
I sniffled a bit before responding, “Oh nothing. I just feel ashamed that you didn’t feel I was a good enough mannequin to model your new outfit before you tried it on. I’m such a failure as a mannequin.”
Lucy walked over and patted my empty plastic shoulders and wiped my tears away. “No, you’re not a failure Steph. You’re still the best mannequin anyone could ask for. I just forgot how much you love modeling my outfits, that’s all. From now, I’ll make sure to use you for every design project I have.”
Her soft hands stroking my side helped calm me down a bit. “You promise?”
She smiled back at me, “I promise. Plus, I’ll get AI Lucy to look into removing your ability to be sad. Nobody wants to see a sad mannequin.”
I perked up, as much as a mannequin can, upon hearing what Lucy suggested. “Oh really? No more sadness? That would be so great. Thank you soo much! You know, if this is how you treat your mannequins, then I want to stay this way forever.” And suddenly, just like when I first became a mannequin, a surge of energy came washing over my inanimate torso. “Whoa, that felt tingly. What was that?”
Lucy smiled at me, “That was AI Lucy fulfilling your wish silly. From now on, as long as we treat you like we currently do, you’ll stay a mannequin forever. Isn’t that exciting?!?”
“Eeh! That’s great news! Thank you again for being such a great owner Lucy.”
Lucy gave me a peck on the cheek and smiled, “Your welcome my sweet mannequin. Now let’s get to making some more designs.”