Synthetic personalities E verything gleams now.
Contours imitate chrome, even in fabric.
A sheath of gold or silver on a curve of waist Michael Schumacher would have loved to step on the gas to swing around, a bosom rising like a landscape on a planet made of living steel, a cutaway below the hip revealing a gym-sculpted leg which is smoother than a gigolo's pass. The camera ritually casts its amused reflections on glossy society pages. Dentistry has enamel applications calibrated by Pentium intelligence, a vector-sheen of a smile calculated by the moulded maiden to make one step on brakes, which have additional Servo input. The brushes with which the outline has to be formed would exasperate Raphael and inspire Salvadore, the rise and fall and curvature of the upper lip has the subtle thickness of the MacMohan Line, a dangerous invitation which is issued with subtle savagery, a prelude to a seduction or a withering curl of rejection, the lower lips filled out to resemble the hues of Spanish sunsets, or of a claret upon which the sunlight falling through a church window twinkles with the golden mischiefs of sin. Beauty is an android with a catwalk walk, practised off the Fashion channel, a background beat playing mindlessly forever once it is heard and paced to.