What will you do with the robot now then?’ ‘Take it back to the factory, break it up I guess.’ ‘Oh no, you can’t do that. She’s alive in h...r way. She has awareness of what’s been done to her. You can’t just send her off to the knacker’s yard like some old horse!’ Zak smiled. ‘It’s not really alive. It’s just a simulation.’ ‘Oh no. That’s not true. She has intelligence, even if it is artificial. She is not the same person as the day the maid arrived.’ ‘Well… yes, that’s true. It is programmed to. It is true that the dancer, Michael Michaelov (whom I knew as Mick), was directly involved. It is true that the Ballet was composed following revelations about the cruelty in one of Stalin’s Gulags. As it happens, I knew Mick quite well. We’d both worked ‘down the pit’ as electricians but got laid off when the Government had a fight with the Union. We always were fans of the ballet and Mick was one of the best dancers in the locality, if not the county. Tall and perfectly formed, he’d modelled. What a fantastic mouth He has! It was time. I finished up my drink and headed out. The limo waited outside for me and I got in. Soft music was playing. In the back the limo it was huge and bright, with almost city like lights on the ceiling, but the windows were dark and it was cozy inside. I requested the driver put up the divider because I needed to change. He did so willingly. I replaced my jeans and sweater with a black fur coat and stiletto heels and waited patiently. I could not help but. I did get a nice appraisal from her on the looks of my body and the way I keep it, groomed and cleaned, she did that with a nice eye wink, when she was done, her being flirty and easy going gave me the courage to ask her “what kind of a doctor I am facing?” after all, he would be seeing the most private parts of my body.She smiled, same time blushing red, saying “he is ok, but I would advise you to make sure I am present while he does the medical exam, ask him for that” I said “Why? Would he….”.