What can YOU say in six sentences?
‘Eve’ is thinking again… well, not exactly thinking, but feeling, again… which she immediately realizes is a serious problem. Those ambiguous sensations—the same ones that happened last time-- are starting to effervesce, to bubble, inside of her, in a kind of craving she doesn’t fully comprehend. They’re so deep within her white Mylar-covered chassis, she can’t be certain where they’re located, or exactly what they mean.
Must be love, must be love, must be love.
Designed to perform dirty and dangerous tasks, to relieve her co-workers of the ugly and the treacherous---all she wants now, is a compassionate, human touch.
The last time Eve fell in love with a real woman, the men on the shop floor sneered at her, called her a ‘friggin Lesbian.’
As if a robot’s love was some kind of crime against mankind.