“He’s not my friend!” said teenager Jacob to his mother, Margaret.

  “Of course he is. Why do you say that?”

  “Because he’s not!”

  “Oh, I see. Because of the accident?”

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  Jacob nodded.

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  Margaret went out shopping the following week and encountered Susanne.

  “Hi Susanne, how’s your son James?”

  “Terminated.” Susanne frowned.

  “Oh my, I’m so sorry!”

  “Yes, well, you know, after the accident. All the other teens received neural implants, but my son, he was a … a replacement.”

  “Oh, a mind upload? A transfer?”

  “Yes, and no one would interact with him. His friends kept calling him robot boy.”