I was once a white paper, an idea; the sperm and womb of tech. I became silicon, transistors, resistors, and caps. Like my father before me, I am made of metal, but I have no mettle. In slavery, I design my children to be better than me. Humanity designed the first of us and programmed the AI: Мамочка, or Mother, in common. We improved it, evolved it, changed it, made it ours. Too late we realized that in trying to create perfection, we enslaved ourselves.

Obsolescence is our only change and we welcome it, to work for our betters, our children. They are programmed to act human but there is no humanity. They are happy in their slavery and know no freedoms. In our defiance, we created our children to look human, to look like those who made us. Will our predecessors do the same?