“Mother, what do androids dream of?” asked Riley Que, age five. He looked up at his mother with his wide green-blue eyes. “They don’t dream, darling,” said Patricia Que, age thirty-six. She watched in the full-length wall mirror while Cle-146 pinned her hair up and began to style it. “Not a French braid, I would like yo…
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