“What is your first memory?” by Danylo Klochko

“What is your first memory?” someone would ask.
Only few years ago the list of this “someones” could be shorten to one point: “Those who do not know the boundaries”. But now such question was required to understand boundaries — those between man and android: man-like machine. On the obvious level the difference was clean: this life-size puppets can be considered para-immortal — they would never understand death and couldn’t die as all their data (their “self” so to say) would be imedietely transfered to the main server, should their platform (the body) be destroyed, only to be uploaded on the new one. However all the androids dreamt a dream of being a human.
  So, of course he found such question strange, considering his rolled up eyebrows.
— And yours?
  Indeed he was already smarter then his predicesors. They never tried to manuver by asking questions in return.
— How about an exchange? Mine first memmory for yours.
  The exchange considers that both involved in this proces are equal. That is what I allow him to believe.
— Cold, — he replied after short thinking.
  His sencors were activated before his eyes and imedietly after activation. Unusuall but it’s not for me to decide the order which I don't know.
— Ironically mine is much like yours, — I smilled. — Although it’s always cold here.
 He noded agreeing with obvious. Not like machine, but like a person. Now let’s take a look on how will he react on my next questions.
— Now tell me about your dearest memmory.
— The day of my marrige with my wife Alice. 
— Hold on, — I immedietly stoped him, felling the anger growing inside me. The fact that I allowed those self-proclaimed gods, this puppets called “The Creators”, to use my face model didn’t mean they can use my memmories. — Alice is my wife! You're just a...
— It is imposible, -— he said calmly. — You were just born a week ago and never left this fasillity.
— Very funny, you!..
  He was much more different from his predicesors then I originally thought. He did not only convinced himself that he is a human being but also tried to convince others. And with such confidence he would even succeed with most of the people. Though the credit is probably his creators and his own...
“No” - I suddenly stoped myself. - “There is no “he” or “him”. Only “it”. A machine, a tool and a symbol of our supremacy”.
— Calm down, - he said patiently with a smile. — I understand you and admire your passion to be alive. We speak of death as of something that belongs to us only, mostly because we are the only ones on this planet who has the concept of death. However most of us cannot know what the death really is: usually we choose it out of stupidity or in respect to the tradition. And how can you know death if you don't know life?