We were two of of the most advanced mechanical humans. That’s what they called us, anyway. What the tabloids said. Our names were given to us by a man who toiled over a desk, writing math equations and playing with wires until we were alive. With a stunning feat of the unnatural, he brought us to life, even giving us hair, clothes, and before long, our personalities. Her and me - me and her - beloved from the start, forged from the same hand.

Now, though, there are humans more advanced than us. Artificial intelligence, they say, throwing us to the side. We cannot be reprogrammed. We cannot be destroyed either; the machinery we’re made of does not decay. So, he threw us in the lab’s dump, where we wait to return to earth. Together.