A Computer Named Elodie

She looked at me.
With a rigid smile with no hint of emotion but a mechanical twitch on her face. A movement created by some complicated back process programming language that sent by the central processing unit to respond to a reaction by a human near her.

Dress all black.
In a John Galiano’s outfit and moves with ease around the room keeping her eyes on the powerful giant computer screen displaying an image a satellite picture of the a deserted land somewhere in the Middle East. Her slender yet full figured body bends as she touches few buttons enhancing the curves of a perfectly build woman. Her eyes focus on the screen with an intense look that contradicts the face of a melancholic beauty that seems to come from an unknown ethnic origin.

I watched her.
The almost human robot with skills ranging from mastering all martial arts known to the world to a DJ spinning the latest rave including the intelligent of understanding ancient Egyptian manuscripts and Chinese Caligprahy.

She looked at me.
This time the usual empty gaze flickered momentarily with a touch of human emotion.

Sadness.

A computer named Elodie had a mechanical malfunction that cause her to have a melody of heart beat.

She looked at me.
I gazed back and understood that she did not want me to fix the malfunction and to just let it be.

She looked at me.
I smiled and my gaze told her that I understood.