It started with a song, softly playing nowhere; somehow it got into the lab and after a while the scientist couldn't get it to go away. In his little world filled with machines and experiments, the unfamiliar words reminded him of something he'd been avoiding; he was alone. There was no one else but him, his world lonely; it was empty to say the least, he hated it. He covered his ears to the sound of the song, reminding him so much of his own loneliness; he pretended to be content with only his computers, the flashing screens and the mainframes hum. If he didn't acknowledge it, it couldn't be real; no one was there to prove him wrong...no one.
Even so sometimes he did feel it, debilitating emptiness and he'd hide under his desk, staring out at the screen across the room; envious, he'd watch it, the people shown to be outside. Happy, sad, they had others; those were the times he'd admit he wanted that, to have someone around, anyone, to just not be so lonely. Then he'd bow his head and quietly curse his life; he'd curse being a genius scientist and he'd curse having always to be alone and he'd curse those people for having each other. Finally he'd curse the song for just reminding him of his loneliness.
One day he came to the realization he could solve his empty feeling himself, he could fill the loneliness; one day he started creating a girl. Long golden hair like sunlight, pale but soft skin, the frame of a sixteen year old, he made her out of the things humans were made of as all the while that song sang; as he finished her, resting her on a table, holding one of her lifeless hands in his, it seemed to get louder but the words became lost as he tried to bring her to life.
"Please," he begged.
"Please," he whispered.
"Please," he spoke.
He closed his eyes and she opened hers, her hand twitching in his; he looked to her in shock. It was truly and simply "kiseki", a miracle.