The New or Future Eve is emptied of all inner life and turned into a shell. The bitter irony in this is that her perfection recalls nothing so much as a corpse.
Asti HustvedtTags: woman corpse simulacra robot android
My own self-consciousness cries out to me coldly: how does one love zero?
Auguste de Villiers de l'Isle-AdamThe Android, as we've said, is only the first hours of Love, immobilized, the hour of the ideal made eternal prisoner
Auguste de Villiers de l'Isle-AdamThe room was a small square of hopelessness.
A flash of red. And then:
Dimensions: 10 ft. by 9 ft.
I swallowed a horrific giggle. Perfect. And now I knew the exact measurements of hopelessness.
I still pictured my interior just the same as any other sixteen-year-old girl's. Blood, guts and bones. A brain, and a functioning heart. Hopes and dreams, feras and sorrow. They could tell me the truth, but they couldn't force me to accept it.
Debra DrizeTags: android
I for one welcome our new android overlords.
Robin SloanTags: android
No matter what. I wouldn't let anyone change me. I wouldn't let them strip away whatever tiny parts of me were human. Assuming I had any humanity to lose.
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