The Robot

The robot stood before the High Council. "Have you anything to say before we mark you as imperfect and a reject" was the call. "Yes" the Robot replied "For countless years you worked to make me a brain that mimics your human ways and now that you have achieved your aim you want to reject me" "By rejecting me, do you not reject yourselves as imperfect too"? Silence, Silence, Silence, Silence was the call that that came from all four High Council Lips. The Robot spoke yet more with this warning to us all. "Isn't it ironic that all the while you were trying your best to make me human, you were turning yourselves into robots"