Two men cross a small urban park and sit together at a bench. Man Number One turns to the other and says:
I am made of robots!
Man Number Two looks at him.
I am made of living cells.
Mine have lasers.
Mine can adapt, self-replicate, and heal.
Man Number One thinks.
Mine give me super-human strength and resistance to heat and cold, as well as radiation, dehydration, and starvation, he says confidently.
I have a soul, Man Number Two says. He stands, and walks away.
Man Number One sits in silence for the rest of the night.
- Daniel Perdomo
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