Progeny

It was her labour of love. For nine months she toiled in her workshop carefully crafting and assembling the gynoid. From a basic metal skeleton, she had added servomotors, synthetic muscles, balancing units and the network of fiber-optic nerves to channel all the systems through the main bridge in the spine and up to the skull.

With the basics down, she had then progressed to building up the primary systems in the torso of the body. The power systems were nestled in the rib-cage along with back up units, batteries, repair modules and a slave processor unit that tied into the bridge running up to the master processor in the head. Power cabling was run through the length of the body to the power distribution system centered in the middle of the rib cage, with feed tubes for the micro-repair machines tied closely to their path.

Attaching the skull was a more delicate procedure. It had been assembled first, with the couplings for the spine bridge, power and repair conduits already put in place at the base of the skull. Nestled in the head was the array of processors for system operations, ROM chips for executing the base layer of programming and RAM for the various data and applications that would make her child more human in manners and acts.

The skull gave a click as it locked in place on top of the spinal column, and that gave her the opportunity to hook up the synthetic muscle-mesh for the face and the support muscles for the spine and neck. She paused in that duty to install the vocal speaker unit into the throat, before finishing with plugging the ribbons of synthetic muscle into their respective slots.

Near the trunk of the gynoid, its creator added the back up storage systems, connected directly to supplementary power and data units to protect the volatile data in the RAM chips, before going back up to the skull. Eye units, basic olfactory functions, the microphone array for its ears and lastly the jaw and tongue unit were double checked, in case the muscle mesh had knocked something out of alignment.

It had not, so the final few stages were drawing near. A flat plug was inserted into the units abdomen, near where the navel would be on a human being. From this point it was hooked up to the fiber-optic and power generator lines via a large cable, before the unit was painted with a thick gelatin substance and lowered into the mold.

Encased in the mold its skin was added after the gelatin fat substitute had set in order to provide something for the skin to attach itself to. Automated processed added the finger and toe-nails, finished off the eye units and added colour where needed. The task that came next was the most delicate of all: Thousands of strands of synthetic hair were worked into the skull to form a wealth of brown hair, and perfect rows of eyelashes and carefully sculpted eyebrows.

As this happened, the tube connected to the artificial human’s navel was busy streaming data and power to the being. The power charged the batteries and fueled the boot-up procedure. Data was taken from the brain in the jar and converted through banks of dedicated computer systems before being loaded into the RAM, back ups of this delicate information being dubbed to the secondary storage unit in the trunk of the gynoid.

Forty-eight hours had passed since she began, yet she could not sleep while her child was born. The mold casing had been removed, letting the girl lay still as the grave on the table. She waited nervously, pacing along side as a father might do outside a maternity room, before the system gave the signal.

“Remove Umbilical From Progeny Unit.” The screen flashed the message on an infinite loop.

Her hands trembled as she took the cable in her hands, gripping it tightly before pulling it out with a click. She had enough time to close the fleshy flap of the bellybutton to conceal the port before the gynoid gasped her first words in this life.

“Mother!”

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