Sarah and Hannah had to review all the files that were now implanted in their heads on how to remove the uterus and ovaries’. One of our own women wanted a hysterectomy because of the incessant pains after her second child born this year. The timing was perfect. We had already installed the lungs and heart, the vascular system and a pocket of nearly human flesh taken from the other robot to cradle it. The operation went well and Juliet was pleased with her first egg artificially inseminated as we had a moveable flap of skin and a zipper installed, to examine her progress.
Another graft we had to install involved her plumbing. She needed a tube from her mouth to the living tissue for water and nutrients, another to expel wastes. This made her more human as she now had to sip a protein rich drink once a day which she richly enjoyed, always wanting us to watch as she put the straw to her lips. The other function, which she also delighted in, we told her we had no interest in viewing, which she couldn’t understand, as she saw it as one great step forward into becoming human.
One thing we had provided her, which had also involved another long trip south to retrieve two more headsets, was the installation of eight chicklets in her brain center so she could deploy their filaments and feel and control all of her new, human additions. This engaged her mind non-stop, the healthy development of her fetus with mother-loving care, and as I watched her beaming smiles at us each morning I realized what a valuable gift we had given her, not only motherhood but identity and purpose, two things to a robot of inestimable value, as it had no purpose on its own.
That little, ticking acorn heart we implanted in her center, directly between her breasts, did the trick. It reminded me of a grandfather watch which one inherited and prized above all else and kept in one’s breast pocket, examined and admired and wound at frequent intervals. This gave Juliet her most fervent sense of life, a ticking clock which she strangely valued above everything because it came with an urgency to live life to its fullest and complete her goals before it was too late. She asked me to touch it many times, asking if I could feel it's beating and she importuned me to stay with her most evenings, by her bed, after she sucked and finished her straw, asking me just to hold her hand in the near darkness. I complied and knew by such signs that we had won the battle. She was human.
What we thought would take two months took a half-year. The placenta and fertilized egg were now nearing the end of their first trimester. Our plan was to find Dora and approach her, not with a proposal but with a mid-pregnancy Juliet, to prove to her our proposal was actionable, that AI, in robot form, and humans could coexist in some form of symbiosis. The half-bands around our ears and our accelerated mental powers were just another peg in the right hole, which I was sure she’d be very surprised to see.
We had gone halfway and I could lay all these cards upon the table. It would be Dora’s turn to respond and I had no idea what that response might be.
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