Some say this is a good thing, because it means humans remain useful for something.Robots agree, down to virtually the very last unit, with that conte...tion.Legend says that this question was first posed by Bill. That it came up in one of his seemingly endless discussions with Anna that they both enjoy so much. It has to be noted that neither Bill, nor Anna, has ever confirmed this version of events.It is also to be noted that even if it happened exactly as described, that Bill would have had to. In a few weeks, he’d finally be an architect and no longer a student. Then, out of nowhere, he dropped a bomb on me and I swear the floor shook underfoot.“So, Mom, how’s your girlfriend?” he asked.It’s amazing how five simple words can make your stomach feel like ten pounds of cement.“What do you mean?” was all I could stammer.“Your girlfriend. The foxy black babe. How is she?”The silence was deafening. I was at a complete loss for words.“You have good choice in women, Mom, she’s hot. How long. Either they stop this foolish secrecy or we may all may be in great danger." He sat quietly and stared at the floor.Steve and the three members of the council responded first. "What's up?" he asked."Wait till the others get here. I don't care to repeat myself over and over again. Also. I need time to consider what to say." Steve shrugged and took a chair. The council members came next with the ten ex guards on their heels.Henry stood and asked the group, "How many of you know about the legends. It enhanced the bright green of her eyes and further brightened the smile of her white teeth. Again, the make-up and lipstick were her mother's ideas.The dean handed her her diploma. She shook the man's hand and left the stage with a sense of pride for surviving high school.Several more names later and... "KELLY, JASON." And from another seat came a boy who is also 18 years old, having just turned that January.This was Jason Kelly. A young man who stood 6' tall with a head full of copper red.