“A man in robes, a dark purple and deep orange,” Dylan repeated. “Big fella, hunched over like this…”
“Sir, I think I would remember somebody wearing robes,” the store clerk replied lazily. His lack of interest in Dylan’s search was clear, but he still wanted Dylan to leave him alone. “Have you tried the post office? Everyone who enters or leaves this town has to pass them by.”
It was always the same dream. David was in a shining hall, the walls glittering with precious jewels. At the end of the hall sat a bold man, large and powerful, in a throne befitting his stature. He was a pirate, with a smile from ear-to-ear. One hand rested on the throne, while the other gestured for David to come closer, so that he may help himself to the tides of gold that surrounded the pirate. As always, David woke before his hand touched the gold.
There used to be a time where creating life was considered both impossible and immoral. A crime against nature, a line that nobody would cross. Yet, as with most lines, it is eventually crossed. The creation of synthetic life was met with both looks of wonder and of horror. The first official robot equipped with human-like-AI inspired the world and a new era began. Yet, the true first synthetic life remained buried in conspiracy and legend.