“The red-eyed robots or the liquid metal ones?” Harold raised an eyebrow.
“The red-eyed ones, obviously, only without the skin and I've no idea how they would take over the world without any moving parts. The look like die-cast figures.” He held up his phone. “Sam says they have human spirits inside little etched glass boxes that fit inside each unit. If we can work out how to release and add the spirits to the boxes we'll be able to engineer ourselves new bodies that won't have the disadvantages of this one.”
“Immortality as a golem?” Harold shook his head. “It wouldn't work. Golems have a natural ability to adhere to a strict set of parameters like a computer program. They can keep doing the same routine indefinitely but independent thought isn't a parameter they're capable of.”
“But if the program they're running is sufficiently able to encompass all variables, the result will be indistinguishable from free will.” Dill's assured smiled ripped part of the skin around his mouth. “Program them well enough and you've got an army able to think on its feet and alter its strategy to cope with changes in the environment.
“Which isn't going to happen.” Harold unlocked the van and got the car seat out of the back. “No-one can write a program that comprehensive.”
“That's where you're wrong.” Dill smoother out his facial rip. “I've already written it.”