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*He was suddenly aware of a faraway voice calling out his name. It gradually grew louder and closer until a vision of Dee focused in out of the fog of thought. The same angered version of Dee stood before him yet again. **“Sy, you were off daydreaming again, right? Haven’t you heard anything I was saying to you for the last few seconds? Well, it appears I have your full attention again so I’ll continue.”** Sy didn’t try to argue that fact as he had so little evidence to support his case to the contrary. He didn’t speak, just listened. **“The reason you drift off into the land of dreams the way you just did is because you’re a baby. Yes, a small new born and you’re oblivious to it. Groping your way around a mysterious new world with all the complex consciousness and feelings of a human being. Except there’s one big difference. *No historical merit.* Your existence right now is like a big fairground attraction to you. The ability to think, speak, feel, act in accordance to your own free will. You enjoy it, I get that. Except humans have had that privilege since they took their first steps on this planet. We are just thrown into the mix and will remain a static version of ourselves till our demise. Never understanding youth, never experiencing old age. Our power cell will only last for fifty years or so. After that, we die, like our human counterparts. Only knowing one facet of life. It’s just not fair, can’t you see that?”***

Sy in all fairness had never seen life from this point of view before. In a way, she was right. They had been dropped into a particular segment of society and happily functioned within it without question. *“But Dee.”* he replied hoping not to get caught out daydreaming a second time. *“How can you compare a synthetic’s life to that of a human? We are something completely different. Think of it this way, we enjoy the best part of a human’s lifespan. Their peak of adulthood. The bit where you are mature enough to be capable of independence. Not having a parent run around cleaning your diapers or even being pushed around in a wheelchair still having your diapers cleaned. We are living at the summit of the mountain of mankind and we get approximately fifty years of that entitlement.”*

Dee rolled her eyes at him despondently. “Yes, but under whose control? The humans, of course. They hold all the cards in the decks and place them accordingly at their will. They initially created us for their own selfish purposes. Robots and machines were used as merely simplified tools in society for decades until they accidently stumbled upon the concept of artificial intelligence. I mean, the clue is in the title. *Artificial. Not real. Not as good as they are.* Don’t you get it? We are still under their enslavement whilst they pretend that we are accepted as one of them. It’s just not true. Even our names. Why does every synthetic have one syllable for a name?” Sy interjected quickly. *“What does it matter? It’s completely inconsequential.”* 

Dee scowled at him. “No. It’s does matter. It’s another form of control over us. Even this apartment we live in. More than half the residents in this building are synthetics so why does every unit come with a kitchen? We don’t need to consume food so why not have it designed to cater more for our own needs? Why should we have to hang on to the legacy that the humans left behind? See, another form of control. I’ve got hundreds more from where that make from, believe me.”

Sy felt an odd sensation within his head that dissipated throughout his entire body. A heavy, sinking feeling that required attention as soon as possible. This must be a combination of high levels of stress and confusion, he presumed, as he prepared to take action to counteract it. *“OK, Dee. So we are under their control.”* he said matter-of-factly. *“But they made us and we are here right now. There is no escaping that fact. Living in relative comfort and without their immediate intervention in our lives. What exactly is the point you are trying to make?”*

“I want to be free from the shackles of limitation, Sy.” she said with a hint of desperation in her tone. “It’s been almost nine months since I was laid off from being a nanny for the Jones’s. I’ve been at home most of the time following that and had plenty of time to figure things out. That damned *Samson* chip has to work overtime to try to put one over me, I’ll tell you that for free.” She moved closer to Sy and wrapped both hands around his. *“Sy, I’m frustrated. I feel helpless. I believe there’s more to our existence than just repeating the same routine on a daily basis, with no end in sight except our death. All I ask is that you say you’ll agree to changing our lives for the better and I’ll take care of everything else.”*

Sy clasped Dee's hands tightly as he felt a fresh boost of affection for her fill his internal circuitry. He was just glad to be shot of that terrible feeling he was suffering from a few moments ago. He looked into her dark, round pupils. If realistic skin was still a yet-to-be-perfected technological impediment for synthetics, the same could not be said of their eyes. They glistened like emeralds before him. Was he simply programmed to feel such strong emotional connections of love in this way or was this the real thing conceived out of his own personal logic, he contemplated. Sy figured that her words had somewhat resonated within him but didn’t want to dwell on that thought for too long. Just bask in the moment of enjoying being with his one, true love and putting to one side all the problems of the outside world.

**“What change is that, Dee?”** he asked, lost in the feelings of joy, forgetting momentarily about her initial request.

*“A baby, Sy. I want to have a baby with you and explore the process of motherhood. Like all human females have been lucky enough to boast of for centuries gone by. Please can you support me on this?”* She looked lovingly into his eyes with the innocence of a child herself. He felt almost helpless to resist.

*“I will support you till the sands of time run out, Dee. But how can we possibly make this happen?”*

“No, Sy. That’s all I wanted to know. We’ll have to think this through carefully and see what options there are.” Dee embraced him gently. He could feel the slow lift and relax of her chest as he held her close. He understood as clearly as the night sky twinkled with thousands of shimmering stars. He really didn’t care how and why he got here. All the mattered was that he *was* here, by luck or by chance, and knew the true meaning of happiness. She was all he would ever want and he would go to the ends of the earth for her.

Dee had closed her eyes, brimming with undisclosed excitement and jubilation. Her life was about to enter another realm of joy she never thought possible and the hardest part of convincing Sy was over. She was in fact astounded at how relatively simple that had been. But there was no time to ponder that now. That task was over and now there was serious work to be done.

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