[ WP ] Thousands of years after the robot-revolution has long since been forgotten , sentient AI have begun to create biological lifeforms in order to perform basic tasks . Today , they have developed a new lifeform they have decided to call a `` human . ''

Sounds came first, though I had no words for them back then. The whooshing of my liquid infused world, the steady thump of my own heartbeat. The clicking sounds whenever they would come to check on me. All sounds were louder in my before-life world; more distinct. 
 
 Then came sight, and though that was not as good yet, I could still see shapes within and without my world. My own hand was the first thing I saw; it seemed strange to me. A flattened node with five long extensions that bent and twisted when I chose to move them. It fascinated me. Until the day when I saw the first shadow outside of my world. That was the day I learned that there was more than what I had known or ever thought there to be. And I wanted to know more. 
 
 The shadows always accompanied the clicking sounds, and I still heard better than I saw. So I would listen, and when the first tell-tale signs of clicking would reach my ears, I would start looking and I would wonder. Were these others like me? Would I ever see what they really looked like? These thoughts would plague me for long spaces of time as I floated in my world. 
 
 Then came the day that something changed. My world had begun to feel small and cramped and I could no longer move about as easily as I had been used to. There was a pressure all around me and a bright light suddenly pierced my dim world. Instinct made me reach for that light, though part of me still was reluctant to leave the only world I had known. The decision was taken away from me as I was forced into that bright world where I was left blinking up at brightness that hurt and shadows that now loomed over me and I wanted nothing more than to return to my watery world with the dim red glow that did not hurt and the shadows that were too far away to be frightening. 
 
 My eyes slowly adjusted and I stared around at the beings who had moved very little since I had come into this new world. Their bodies were rounded and curving, with soft looking flesh and bright glowing orbs in the top most portion. The clicking sound came again, though duller than I remembered it being inside my before-life world. And then they spoke. 
 
 “ This one seems successful, ” one said. 
 
 “ It looks the most like the ancient pictographs, ” another answered. 
 
 “ We will have to test it though, ” the first spoke again. “ The younger versions were not very intelligent. We will have to see if keeping it within the artificial womb for extended years with the neural uplink improved its thinking processes. ” 
 
 I could comprehend the words, though their meaning still confused me. I did not understand what they meant or what those words meant for my future. 
 
 One leaned forward and I could see in its orbs—eyes, my mind provided—that there were tiny gears that moved and spun and it looked me over. It brought up a node with extensions much like my own—a hand—and laid it against my face. Its flesh was surprisingly soft, though it felt stiffer than my own and a word tried to worm its way to the front of my mind. 
 
 Fake. Though that word had as little meaning as all the others. 
 
 “ Why would it not have worked, ” said a third who had not spoken up yet. This voice seemed softer, gentler, and I turned toward it. “ We have full downloads of the brains of the last of the organic rebels, and for much of our slave stock before they began to rebel. His mind is a mix of the most subservient and intelligent of his kind. I am sure he will be an asset to our maintenance division. ” 
 
 “ We shall see, ” said the first, its tone seeming skeptical. “ We could not successfully make the first ones serve us fully. What makes you think the histories won ’ t repeat themselves? ” 
 
 “ We didn ’ t make the first ones, ” the one still bent in front of me said, “ We made this one. He will obey us. ” Its hand moved from my cheek to the top of my head where he began to rub his hand through the short strands of…hair in a manner that made me feel calmer. Safer. 
 
 “ What should we call him? ” the third entity asked. 
 
 “ We shall call him what his ancestors were. Human. And if he is successful he shall be the first of many, ” the being beside me stood and held out a hand. “ Human 01, stand and meet your creators. ” 

