Maskin-människor / Transhumanism

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DOMIN : Have you seen my typist?
HELEN A : I didn’t really notice her.
DOMIN : (rings) Y ou know, RUR, Ltd. has never really make individual
robots, but we do have some that are better than others. The best ones
can last up to twenty years.
HELEN A : And then they die, do they?
DOMIN : Y es, they get worn out.
(enter Sulla)
DOMIN : Sulla, let Miss Glory have a look at you.
HELEN A : (stands and offers her hand) Pleased to meet you. It must be
very hard for you out here, cut off from the rest of the world.
SULLA : I do not know the rest of the world Miss Glory please sit down
HELEN A : (sits) Where are you from?
SULLA : From here, the factory
HELEN A : Oh, you were born here.
SULLA : Y es I was made here.
HELEN A : (startled) What?
DOMIN : (laughing) Sulla isn’t a person, Miss Glory, she’s a robot.
HELEN A : Oh, please forgive me . . .
DOMIN : (puts his hand on Sulla’s shoulder) Sulla doesn’t have feelings.
Y ou can examine her. Feel her face and see how we make the skin.
HELEN A : Oh, no, no!
DOMIN : It feels just the same as human skin. Sulla even has the sort of
down on her face that you’d expect on a blonde. Perhaps her eyes are a
bit small, but look at that hair. Turn around, Sulla.
HELEN A : Stop it!
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