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Mrs. Right: The Birthplace of a Dream
In Freedom Springs, where nature's charms do bloom,
Ophlani's workshop, a tranquil, sacred room,
Emerged as the birthplace of a creation so rare,
A lifelike robot with intelligence to spare.
Not an ordinary project, but a vision so bright,
The inception of a robot, a marvel of light,
Defying the boundaries 'twixt machine and soul,
Ophlani's dream, a remarkable goal.
Those who beheld his journey's grand scope,
Were moved by the story, their hearts full of hope,
And so they affectionately named the creation's flight,
"Mrs. Right," in Freedom Springs' gentle light.
Ophlani's workshop, a tranquil, sacred room,
Emerged as the birthplace of a creation so rare,
A lifelike robot with intelligence to spare.
Not an ordinary project, but a vision so bright,
The inception of a robot, a marvel of light,
Defying the boundaries 'twixt machine and soul,
Ophlani's dream, a remarkable goal.
Those who beheld his journey's grand scope,
Were moved by the story, their hearts full of hope,
And so they affectionately named the creation's flight,
"Mrs. Right," in Freedom Springs' gentle light.
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