- Vol. 05
- Chapter 02
From the egg-like membrane of her head to the crescent-mooned toes on her feet, her skin was yielding and not synthetic; soft and warm, it responded to my touch.
She was programmed to be forever childlike but she possessed an adult logic, a precociousness lacking innocence, as if she knew my every thought;
a hint of malevolence behind eyes so blue and enthusiastic disguised by her childish smile.
No babies for would-be single mothers, broody women in a world without fathers, nothing to remind those left behind what it’s like to create humankind;
just the maternal feeling that blooms from within when caressing your adopted child’s cyborg skin.