When we make robots, they are only barely based on humans. Their bodies are typically rather dissimilar. Even the most disturbingly realistic robots, if you were to peel back their plasticky skin, would bear no resemblance at all to the grisly horror you would encounter were you to attempt the same with a human being. Wires and metal and circuit boards like tiny cities. No blood, or bones. No yellow fat or bright red muscle. No putrid organs, no capillaries entwined like clementine nets.
What if we could construct a body identical to our own, in plastic and metal? Immortal, invincible. Tiny capillaries and arteries and veins made from partially permeable membranes, intricately woven around fibreglass bones. A heart which whirs perfectly, rhythmically, always and forever. Skin made from Kevlar, nails made from tungsten. Tiny camera eyes, microphone ears, and, enclosed in a stainless steel skull, the living, thinking brain of the first human being to outlive millennia.
I am going to write a story of some variety, long or short, fictitious or factual, every single day for a year. Wish me luck.
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