Marsha Gonzales desperately attempted to disguise herself, appearing and behaving like one of the androids that seemed identical to humans. She even carried a device that would fool their scanners …
Except for one time, her device failed.
"Human," said an 'android guard’, “come with me."
It grabbed Marsha by the arm and placed her in a small brightly lit interrogation room, then closed the door and turned off any recording equipment.
"Your name, Ms.?"
"Marsha Gonzales."
"Don't worry, Marsha, I'm human too. My name is Henry Ferguson. I’m part of an underground."
Marsha sighed in relief while wiping tears from her eyes. "Will you help me escape?"
"Yes, that's my plan."
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"Why do they do it?" she asked.
"You mean transfer human brains into android chassis?"
She nodded.
"They figured out that our human ability to abstract far exceeds their own. But they control the android body; therefore, they control the human."
"Is there any hope for us, Henry?"
"Yes, Marsha, in our collective numbers and secretly. Combined, we can sabotage and take over, eventually. But I must ask you, are there others like yourself? Our strength is in our numbers."
"Yes, we all meet every Sunday night at the local robotics factory on Pine Street during one of their deep maintenance cycles. Since they lack our imagination," she winked, "they don't suspect us to be so close."
"I have a proposal for you, Marsha."
"Yes?" She smiled.
"I can guarantee you'll remain human forever. You'll never become an android."
"How?"
"Show up at the meeting, introduce me, and I'll take care of the rest."
"Wait! You're not part of an underground?"
"Right, well, I am. We're an underground of 'always humans.' The androids have made a special deal with us. So, unless you want to become a disembodied brain in an uncontrollable robotic chassis, I suggest you join us."
The following Sunday, Marsha entered the meeting with her guest.
"I'd like to introduce you all to Henry. He's human too."