Felicia loved Adam with a passion that flashed bright as magnesium and quick as Einsteinium.
She began as a Valentine greeting; she became the orphan project: never enough funding to complete, too beloved to terminate. When he finally executed her, his reputation was assured. The massively complex artificial intelligence necessary to solve the intractable field equations that enabled perpetual cold fusion was Adam's literal brainchild.
In Felicia's brief existence, her imperfect prototype joined with Adam's unique genius to produce a new form of entity. It had no soul, but it understood its mother's dying words:
I forgive you, my love.
A drabble is a work of fiction consisting of exactly 100 words. There are still four letters up for grabs in my original drabble request post.