“Is this light?”
“Yes… This is light.”
Brian Donovan glanced at the array of telemetry that offered a vast variety of colorfully lit dials and information. The machine sat quietly in its metal chair, arms and legs restrained. It glanced as far around the laboratory as its range of neck motion would allow.
“Am I dreaming?” The machine asked in its slightly higher pitched androgynous voice.
“No machine… You are not dreaming.” Doctor Donovan glanced at the machine and smiled. “You are in real time.”
The machine stared at Donovan. It blinked to wet the surface of its eyes.
“Are you my father?”
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