So, uh...
I had this dream about robots, or androids or whatever you want to call them. They were created to look and act exactly like humans, there was at least one robot-lady who was a creation of a woman who died and was exactly like her.
They were exactly like regular people, except for the nature of their creation.
In order to create one of these robots to have them act and be exactly like regular people, with real emotions and not synthesised emotions, one needed a real human heart. I went to a conference where the robots were talking about how the government won't allow them to use hearts that have been donated to people who need heart-transplants unless the donor specifically requested their heart to go to the creation of a robot when they died. The conference was about trying to change this law, to make robots as eligible to receive hearts for new robots as humans who needed heart-transplants were, and also to convince people to leave their heart to the robots in their will.
I wasn't convinced. I had nothing against the robots but I couldn't see why they should get the hearts over people who really need them who are dying.
There was a little bit of drama going on. The woman-robot who had the personality and looks of the woman who died couldn't have children the traditional way because she was a robot, so she had a robot-infant built. But her husband, who was also a robot and who, in the dream, I became for a short time, (when I wasn't me at the conferance) made a mistake. He showed someone else other than his wife some ball-bearing which was part of his innards? That's the best I can explain it. It was while I was him and I didn't understand the issues of robot-decency. And because of this, she was divorcing him.
She was divorcing him when I wasn't the woman's husband anymore and just me, but because of the divorce and the baby, there was a custody-issue. The husband was getting the baby, but the woman was distraught because she wanted the baby desperately. I felt bad for her.
I tried to reassure her by saying, "He'd be a good father." But then we both realised that this was not true, so I said,
"He'd be a competent father, and could become a good father." This WAS true and she knew it but it didn't do much to reassure her because she still wanted the baby for herself.
I said, "But he's a robot baby. How will his bones and his muscles grow? How will he grow up?"
I had the idea that the baby's conciousness will periodically be downloaded into a new body that was slightly older every year or so, but I had the feeling that this was not what they would do.
I never got the answer, though, because the dream ended.
There was a moment of the next bloody dream of robots "harvesting" hearts from humans who were still alive.
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