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“Well, I’m not going to play now,” I said. “I’m going to

I:i lk to my pen pal.”
“Come on, Mum, you must know.” “So you’ve found one at last then?” Mum aslced.
“Claire, how many more times must I tell you?” “Mum, where’ve you been?” I said. “I’ve had a pen pal
Mum said, a bit angry. “I don’t know what your dad is li›i’ three weeks now. Her name is Maisie. And we have so
working on. You know lie doesn’t like to show us a project in:my things in common. It’s amazing.”
until it’s finished and he’s happy with it. It has to be “What about all the other people who have messaged
perfect before we can go into the lab.” y‹th’?” Mum asked.
“But what d’you think it can be?” I asl‹ed. “I mean, “It’s all right,” I said. “I told them I’ve found a pen pal,
why did he need all that data about me? Lille how long niy .i url I only want one for now.”
fingers are and how well I can see and how tall I am and “I hope you were polite,” Mum said.
all that? And why did he scan my brain to see how I think? “Always!” I said and smiled. “You know
What does that say about . . .?” me!”
“Well, Claire, I don’t know,” said Mum. She hit out at a
buzzing fly and it fell dead at her feet.
I decided not to continue. I knew that Mum was now
more than a bit angry. I saw it in her eyes.
“Look, Claire,” Mum said, “Your dad said he’11 show us
his project later today and he will. Until then you’ll just
have to wait.”
She was a bit more relaxed now. She picl‹ed up the fly
and threw it into the bin by lier chair.
I stood up.
“Where are you going?” Mum asked.
“To do niy homework.”
“To do your homeworl‹ or to play on the net?”
“I don’t play on the net,” I told her. “I world, I study, I
collect data . . .”
“But most of the time you play!” Muir said with a
laugh.
I had to laugh too — because it was true!

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my room.
I wanted so much to tally to Maisie again. To tell the
truth, I don’t have many friends.
Most of the lids in my class think I’m a bit stuck-
up. I’m not. Really, I’m not. I’m just a bit shy. So people
sometimes get the idea I’m not polite. But everyone has
heard of my dad. He’s famous.
And so they think that I’m too good for them. That
isn’t true, but no one in my class has spent enough time
with me to find out.
I mean, I’m proud of my dad, of course I am. It’s just
that he cares more about his work than he does about
Mum and me. Mum says that’s normal and I’ll understand
when I grow up. But I don’t thinly that will happen.
Dad’s away in his lab as often as he can. I’ve heard
Mum and Dad tally about it so often. They’re so polite.
I wish they’d have a loud, shouting argument. That
would be more real. But they say shouting lilce that is for
children, not adults. And then they say: “You’ll understand
when you grow up.
To tell the truth, I’m not sure I want to. I needed to
talk to someone about it all.
I needed to talk to Maisie.

A ml then the message was gone. I hoped Maisie would be

‹ ›i iIine so that I’d get a message bacl‹ very fast. I was lucky.
I ‹lirln’t have long to wait.

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sein • to care more about something [kea] einem etwas wichtiger sein •
to grow up [,gran 'up] erwachsen werden • adult ['æfilt] Erwachsene,
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I felt confused. As I read it again, Mum called out to me.
“Claire, your dad just called. He wants us to come to
the lab now. He’s ready to show us his project.”
I ran out of my bedroom. Maisie was forgotten.
“We’re really going to see his work at last?” I said.
I couldn’t believe it. I was a bit angry that Dad spent
all that time away from us while he worked on his new
project, but still I couldn’t wait to see it.
Mum clapped her hands. “Get your things,” she said.
“And remember to look impressed.”
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” day I present AI-E, the future of technology,” Dad
i i i no unced. “Come on out, AI-E!”
flue thing walked into the room and stood next to Dad.
“Well? What do you think?” Dad asked excitedly.
1 stared at Dad’s new project and the feeling of horror
i o sic1e me got bigger and bigger. I couldn’t help it. It was
1 i t›i rific. Not like anything I lcnew. It was shorter than
ii and rounder — lilce a hind of big insect, but with four
, i i rns, not six.
“What’s wrong?” The smile on Dad’s face suddenly
went away.
I loolced at Mum. She gave me an angry look.
“ I . . . I didn’t mean —,” I said.
But it was too late. Dad knew I didn’t like it.
“Come on, Claire. Tell me what’s wrong with it?” Dad’s
voice was cold, angry.
“Why does it lool‹ lilce that?” I as1‹ed.
“Lille what?” he asleed bac1‹.
“So ... so strange,” I said. “It looks .. I don’t know.
hound. And soft. And squashed.”
“Ah! Now that’s interesting,” Dad said. He was much
lirippier now. “My partners and I believe that technology
as we l‹now it today has come to an end. We need a
1 rand-new scientific method and so we asked permission
to experiment on some DNA from the Natural History
Museum. We got some DNA that was over 4,000 years old.
Just thinly! 4,000 years old!”
“We made a few mistakes at first,” he went on. “But in
the end we built the DNA we needed. And that is how we
made what you see here.”
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 Dad finished his little speech. He looked so proud of i i I ‹ i 1 i ‹ J›i t›cessor grows with it too.”
himself. I walked up to his project and touched it with i i. i ‹ I I ‹›J› |ac ‹1 lor a moment, lilce a teacher who wanted
my finger. It didn’t feel lil‹e anything I l‹new. ‹ 1 i i ‹ 1. i li:i t his students could follow him.
“Why does it look so . . so awful?” I couldn’t hold I li i |› i t›c’c ssor is a brand-new design,” he went on.
baclc. i '. ‹ › › I ‹ li:ivc n’t seen anything lilce it before. It’s not lilce
I had to say the word.
i I st'n‹ls electrical and chemical signals. Isn’t that
“What do you mean?” Dad said. “It’s meant to be you!" i . i i i i . i , i i‹ ? I nc'ver thought she could be this good, not even
Dad smiled. “I made her face like yours”. i i i i i 1 ' w i 1 t 1 r's1 Cl1’ean2s.”
I looked at him. Was he crazy? This . . . this thing was
meant to be me? I felt really hurt!
“Of course she’s not an exact copy of you, but she’s
modelled on you,” he said.
“I don’t understand,” I said. And I wasn’t sure I wanted
to understand.
“I scanned your brain patterns to make her mind,” Dad
told me. “I wanted her to be able to work things out for
herself. So I decided to put your brain patterns into her
processor. And it worked. She has a mind of her own."
I felt totally confused. “You used my brain patterns to
make this?” The idea was horrific to me.
“Yes, of course,” Dad said. “Remember two or three
months ago when I recorded your thoughts on the cogno-
chip? Well, I used the data from that chip to create AI-E.”
This is getting worse, I thought to myself. AI-E stood in
front of me, and around its mouth there was something
which lool‹ed lilce a smile.
“Mark, Claire is right. Why does it look so so
strange?” Mum asked Dad.
“Well, she’s made of a new kind of material — we’ve
never seen anything like it before,” Dad said. “And I
found that the more she learned and thought, the more
her processor grew. Just think! It got bigger and heavier,
I didn’t expect that at all. The material which we used to

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i Dad talked and talked, and I didn’t listen to his words.
I just stood and loolied at AI-E. It loolied back at me.
“So, Claire, what do you think now?”
I began to listen again when Dad said my name.
s Dad has really lost his mind, I thought. He has gone
too far this time. How could he? And he didn’t ask my
permission. How could he?
“That thing really has my thoughts?” I aslred.
“Only until three months ago,” Dad said. “After
i that the two of you began to have your own thoughts.”
He sounded cold and unfriendly again.
“I didn’t thinly you’d mind,” he added.
We both lcnew that wasn’t true. He lcnew how I’d
feel, but that didn’t matter to him. He decided to go on
with his
is project. And now it was finished, there wasn’t anything I
could do about it, and he knew it. The same old story. It
wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last.
“Is that all I am to you?” I aslced. “A collection of data
for your projects?”
1 Inf ilitlii’t t'vcn say it wasn’t true. He just looked at me.
“ Nnw, t'liiii’e, you're behaving lil‹e a child,” he said.
“1 uin ,i t-liild - remember?” I told him.
“Well, l’iii glad that AI-E is more sensible than you,”
1 butt sol‹l. His voice sounded sharp and unfriendly again.
1 Ie tiirneil to the thing.
“Al-11, s:iy hello to my daughter Claire.”
“ I lrll‹i, Claire.”
l!ven AI-F:’s voice sounded strange, not like a normal
viilt’r. 'I'lierc were lots of breath sounds and echoes.
“ I’ve w:inted to meet you for a long time,” it said.
1 still couldn’t believe it. Here was Dad’s project: a
walking, talking computer with my brain patterns — and
iiiy lace, or so Dad said. With a face like AI-E’s, I would
w.ilk .ii otmd with a paper bag on my head.
“1 don’t like it, Dad,” I said. “When are you going to
shut it down?”
“Shirt down AI-E?” Dad was shocked. “I’ve worked for
yeiii's to perfect her and you want me to destroy her?”
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 “Not real?” he said. “She s as real as you or me, Claire.
And she’s a ‘she’, not an
He started to shout at me. “AI-E can think for herself,”
he shouted. “I don’t mean that she can follow patterns
in a program. 1 mean she can really think for herself.
Analyse, learn. I’ve even organized her room so that she
can go online to watch and listen and learn about our
world — and she’s better than us already.”
“Mum, do something,” I said. “Tell him to shut it down.
Tell him to get rid of it.”
Mum just looked at AI-E. Her face said no.
Dad thought for a moment. “Claire, I really don’t know
what your problem is.” He sounded really angry.
I didn’t care.
From his behaviour you would thinly I wanted him to
get rid of . .. well, get rid of me.
No, I take that back. He would get rid of me, with
much less fuss. He didn’t make me — he got me as a hind
of present. But he made AI-E.
AI-E smiled at me.
“Please, Claire,” it said. “I am your friend. And you will
always come first with Marl‹.”
“Don’t call my dad that,” I said.
“I told her to call me Mark,” Dad said. “What else is
she going to call me? Now if you can’t be happy for me,
Claire, you can leave. Go on. And I’ll tell you something
else. In your place AI-E wouldn’t make all this fuss.
It was too much for me. I just couldn’t go on.
loolced at Dad in the angriest, blacl‹est, most
unfriendly way that I knew. Then I ran out of the lab.
for herself [fu. 1ia'self} liiert eigenstä ndig get rid of ,get 'i id av
loswerden ' I didn’t care. [kea] Es war mir egal. . less fuss ,les ‘fes]
weniger Theater ‹ in your place [,in je: ,pleis] an deiner Stelle
, i i in the car outside the lab and burned with a strange
‹ i i rig. I was both jealous and afraid.
we went
/\lier some time Mum got into the car and
It ‹ › inc. We didn’t talk. As soon as we got home, I tried to
i i n up to my room but Mum didn’t let me.
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said.
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living
Tough!” Mum pulled then pushed me into the
1 sat down. Suddenly I felt very tired and Sild.
Mum put her arm around me and sighed.
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words
You were a bit . . . blunt.” Mum chose her
‹ irefully. “I ltnOW it WilS hard not to
show what you felt
when your father suddenly presented that ... thinp to us
I i1‹e that. But you have to learn to stay quiet until you can
r ontrol what you want to say and how you say it.”
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 “Don’t you have any feelings at all?” I asl‹ed.
Mum shoolc her head.
“Not even for me?” I wanted to ash, but those words I went to my room to thinly about Mum’s advice. I wanted
didn’t come. I i› chat to Maisie about it. I knew Mum was right, but I still
“Will I be like you one day?” I asked. ‹ ouldn’t relax. There was a strange, angry feeling inside,
“Of course!” she said. not hot, but cold. It burned its way through me like ice.
“What about if you have other children?” I asl‹ed, very
quietly.
“You’re my daughter, Claire,” Mum sai That will
never change.”
That wasn’t the answer that I secretly wanted, but I
couldn’t expect anything better.
“You have to remember that you’re Mark’s daughter
tOo,” Mum said on must respect him as your father.”
“But why?” I asked. “Why can’t I tell Dad how I feel?
He had no right to use me for his project.”
“I agree,” Mum said. “But there are ways to help him
see that.” She smiled. “There’s an old saying: ‘You can
catch more flies with honey than with vinegar’.”

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i I sat in front of the screen for ten minutes or more, but i u‹ vt r ‹'x ›ec’ted that of Maisie, my friend.
Maisie didn’t write back. For the first time I wished I
he u I i ‹'iiir rnbered something. I read all her messages
could meet her in real life. I needed to talk to somebody was. “Why didn’t I see that before?” I
— really talk to somebody who would understand how I
felt about the way Dad treated me. I was sure that Maisie 1 i le l ‹'t t'‹l the beginning of my message and started
would understand. I lay on my bed and loolced up at the
ceiling. I had to think really hard.
My screen bleeped and I hurried over to it.

I read Maisie’s message, then my fingers flew across the

keyboard. I couldn’t believe it. She was on Dad’s side!

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bleep [bli:p] piepsen • invention [in'venJn] Erfindung • to t ‹i ‹tclete {di‘ii.t] löschen • or {o:] sonst • relative [‘relativ] Verwandte,
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 I checked the time as I stood outside Dad’s lab: 11:30 p.m.
I cou1dn’t turn back now, even if I wanted to. Mum had
shut down for the night. So I couldn’t go home now, or
she would wake up straight away. I wal1‹ed around behind
the building and used Dad’s spare hey card to get in. The
building was darlc and quiet. I knew the two security
people were at the front, where they always watched
TV. I also lcnew that between 11 p.m. and mÎdnight, Dad
always went to a special room to recharge his power cell.
So I had 30 minutes — or 20 if I wanted to be really
sure. I ran up lots of stairs and got into Dad’s lab with the
hey card. I didn’t want to thinl‹ about the months and
years of Dad’s work on AI-E. lt was a choice between two
things: Dad’s project or Dad’s family.
All the lights were on. But it was quiet. 1looked around.
The place was empty. Strange.
15 minutes left ... I didn’t want to get this wrong.
I crept across the floor to the lab in the next room.
That had to be where Dad kept the AI-E. She came out
of that lab when Mum and I first saw her. I opened the
lab door — and got a big surprise. The last time it was a
workshop with tools and gadgets.
Now it was like a bedroom, with a bed against the
wall and opposite that was a table with a screen above it.
I went offline after that. I didn’t want Maisie to try and
The screen was on and it was connected to the net.
stop me. I had to do this.
It was the AI-E or me.

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 “Your dad is my dad,” the AI-E said. “He made me. I’m
a life form based on carbon. There is something called
‘blood’ which runs through me because the organs inside
me need oxygen to live. The blood talces oxygen around
my body and helps my body to repair itself. I work in a
different way from you but I still feel and think — just as
you do.”
I didn’t try to pull my hand away from hers any more.
Her skin felt so strange — warm and flexible. I loomed
down at my hand and saw the light on the grey metal.
“Father calls me the next step in technology. He calls
me the future,” the AI-E said. “I can think and analyse
just lilce you can, but I can also dream — something you
can’t do. I can change my own programming and I have
my own ideas. They come out of what Father calls my
‘imagination’.”
“And I guess you think all this makes you better than
normal people?” I said. “ßetter than androids like me?"
“Not better. Just different," the AI-E said.
“Why didn’t you tell me who you were when we tallied
online?” I asl‹ed. “Why did you lie?”
“I didn’t lie,” the AI-E said. “Your father calls me AI-E.
The name Maisie was my idea. And I really think of us as
sisters. Father gave me your thoughts, remember, so I was
you. Then I began to think for myself and my memories
and feelings became my own. But until then, my thoughts
were your thoughts.”
I watched Maisie. She watched me.
“Your DNA? Where did it come from?” I asked.
“I’ve spent the last few weel‹s on that question,” Maisie
said. “I hacked into the government systems and found
some top-secret files. I read that there were millions of
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life forms lil‹e me on Earth many thousands of years ago.
We invented androids but then a virus killed us all and
only you androids were still here on Earth. I guess you
had to look after your own lives and you learned how to
thinly. But you didn’t want to remember that we made
you, so the information is still a secret.”
"You made us?" I couldn’t believe it.
“I wouldn’t lie about it,” Maisie said, her voice sad.
“Now do you see why I’m jealous of you? You have a
mother and a father and friends who are like you. I call
Mark ‘Father’, but he was never my father and we both
l‹now it, Claire. All around you there are others lil‹e you.
But lool‹ at me. I’m thousands of years too late. I’m all
alone.”
And, for the first time, I began to think what it must
be lime to be Maisie.
“Are you still going to destroy me?” Maisie aslced.
“If you want to, I won’t stop you. You’re the first one who’s
treated me 1ilce a real person, not just an experiment.
But now that you know what I really am . . .”
“My plan was to loclc you in and burn this place down.”
I said. “You weren’t a person to me, you were just a thing.
I thought without you here, maybe he’d want to come
back to Mum and me.”
"And now?" Maisie asked.
That was the big question.
What am I going to do now, I thought.
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CLAIRE DRAYTON,
ANDROID 39028-X46-TAG4054
pERSONAL LOG
DATE: 8 FEBRUARY 7504 AD

I only feel about two things now. One is Maisie. The other
is the thought of having a child of my own. I’d lil‹e to have
the chance to put my brain patterns into a baby unit. I’ll
do a better job than my dad did with me.
I’ve hidden Maisie where people can’t find her. We
saved as many of Dad’s scientific notes as possible and
ve promised Maisie that I’ll do my best to continue Dad’s
world when I get older. I’ll be a scientist like him and
create a partner for Maisie.
Maisie doesn’t want to be the only one of her hind in
the world. It would be great to create more huinanoids
lime Maisie. Dad was right about how fantastic she is. Her
processor is as good as mine, but it has something more:
She calls it a ‘brain’. I enjoy listening to her talk. Some
of the things she talks about make me jealous of her —
lilce the patterns she sees in the clouds, and her dreams.
In just one moment she can invent stories that are not
true. For her it is as natural as breathing. I’m beginning to
understand why she was so important to Dad.
And Maisie, she often asks me about Dad. When I
tell her how he sits at home and looks at the walls, the
strangest thing happens. Her face gets very wet. She calls
crying .
Maisie may be the cleverest piece of technology in the
world, but she has feelings. And the way it loo1‹s to me,

log [log] Tagebuch to hide, hid, hidden [hard, lad, hidn] verstecken '
to promise ['pimiars] versprechen huinanoid ['hju: iranoid] Humanoid;
menschenä hnliches Wesen crying ['krainj] Weinen
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 i her feelings are never going to go away. She’ll never grow
out of them. Unlilce me.
And so I wonder ...
Should I try to make the next humanoid so that it
grows out of its feelings, lil‹e I will?
Who is better? Me, who cannot love, or Maisie, who
loves too much?

unlike me [xn,1aik 'mi:] im Gegensatz zu mir • to wonder ['wxnda] sich

fragen • should [{od] soll

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