As Takumer worked his first creation stared down at him. Bent fork arms, an Elastoplast-tin head and teddies eyes, stuck in bottle caps, on the end of corks.
He remembered his sister, Qiánxī’s screams when she found her beloved soft toy enucleated as his fingers clicked over keys finalising the coding.
A couple more tests and they’d be ready to head into the world together. He’d already passed every Turing test. Takumer wondered if he should introduce his Adam to Qiánxī. Maybe try and instigate a relationship between them.
Or if this was pushing things a bit too far.