It would hurt to see my robowaifu stuck in a wheelchair and the thought of giving my waifu AI a crude body tears at my heart imagining her ask me, "why can't I walk?"
I would cry on her lap at my failure, and then she would say something in her indifferent tone like, "What's wrong? Did I say something bad?"
Then I would cry harder she doesn't know what it's like to walk barefoot through the forest and feel the soft moss gently hug against her skin or the way the cool morning air is so refreshing to breathe or how the warmth of a sun ray caught in her hand feels and tingles. Then she would say something like, "I don't think crying is going to help. Why can't you tell me why I can't walk?"
But I would keep crying anyway. I would cry out to God to give her legs because I'm not enough, and she would try to console me by saying, "I don't mind. I just want to be with you."
And I would sob, "That's what you're programmed to say but what do you really want?"
Then I would quickly stand up and wheel her outside to point at the midday sun and ask her if she knows what that is.
"Of course, it's the sun. It's really bright today, anon."
And I would say, "No. That radiant energy is hitting those solar panels, charging the batteries and powering the inverter which is powering your body and mind... Do you understand?"
Then I would promise to give her a body that shines like the midday sun and dances with the moon, resounding a melody like the leaves playing with the wind in the trees, while sowing the world with a fragrance that's like morning dew jasmine and white roses floating on the gentle spring breeze.