“Of course...” Dill's voice trailed off.
“Sam could be the first true android. If we designed a convincing mechanical body, added computing power, facial recognition software, data analysis... he would, for all intents and purposes look like the Zeitgeist of technology.”
“One we could never reproduce.”
“Couldn't we? We'd be offering immortality for those who could afford it. Six million dollar men for the price of a luxury car.” The golem became animated. “This is what we talked about. This is the next step in the evolution of the human race. This is--”
“Slavery.” Harold put his hands on Dill's play dough shoulders. “It would be exactly what we spent the last few days destroying.”