Android
Philip # 47 walked into the space station lounge. He surveyed the patrons and went to sit with a girl he had met a week ago. ‘Hi, Ginger,’ he greeted her. ‘Hi Philip. What brings you out tonight?’ ‘Three pump modules broke down so I cannot continue until they are replaced.’ She didn’t offer him a drink because she was fully aware that he was an android, a new model, but an android, none the less. Ginger’s curiosity was burning brightly. ‘Do you have any feelings at all?’ she asked. ‘No,...