He's part man, part machine, and his life's on the line.
She's the woman who must decide his fate. How would you try
to figure out if a man ... was man enough?
Washington DC, 2043
"If you're Kazinsky, print here." The government rep handed
her the sign-in machine, and then pushed a military-issue
duffel bag toward her with his foot. Camille absently
supplied her fingerprint, staring up at the robo in
fascination. He waited handcuffed and silent, towering over
the man at his side. The only robos she'd seen before were
the ones she'd shot at from a distance during live-fire
training at the academy. Trainees were taught to think of
robos as targets; objects. Now, Camille couldn't imagine
thinking in terms of 'it' instead of 'he.' Of course, that
was just the kind of sentiment she was supposed to avoid.
The robo looked like a man, but he wasn't ... was he?