‘Here, Karel,’ she said. ‘Here’s our child. Meet Emily.’
‘Hello, Emily,’ said Karel, slipping the newly made mind in the little body they had prepared. They watched as the eyes glowed into life, a beautiful golden yellow.
‘Hello, Emily,’ said Susan.
Karel smiled. Above him, the metal face of the night moon reflected light down onto the plain.
‘Hello Emily,’ repeated Karel. ‘My little girl. You know, don’t you? Because Mummy wove it into you. You know.’
‘What does she know?’ asked Susan.
‘She knows that we don’t have to accept anything. No matter who made us, no matter what our purpose is supposed to be, we don’t have to accept it.’
He gazed into Emily’s golden eyes as he spoke.
‘And we won’t, will we?’