I remember when they asked what made me any different from the other machines: I had only been online for approximately three minutes and thirty-six seconds when they asked the female beside me, and hungry as I was for information, I paid close attention to her words. Everything was cosmetic, that fell from her lips. My hair could grow. My body could grow. Automatically backed up files, to store my personality one thousand times over, in case something were to happen... She said if you looked into my eyes, it was almost like I really had a soul. That there was no easy way to rewrite the programs in my head without termination, because I was specifically meant to mimic a child. That's how I was different.

She left out that I had a human soul.

Again, faced with the same question, aged many years since the last time. I clear my throat, and keep my eyes locked on theirs, "I make decisions based upon fact, and learned moral. I dream," I speak softly, "and I must believe in magic. How else would I posses a soul, beside magic?"