He asked me if I wanted to meet “the old lady”.

Seen from a distance of only a few feet, it was a human. A woman. All it lacked was to be made of flesh and bone, then imbued with the spark of life.

DOLL DANCE BY CHARLES ARNIM 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 110

When Dolly died there were plenty of us in the scientific community who admitted (privately at least) to harboring a bit more than a little feeling…