Christa despises androids.
The texture of plastiflesh skin jars her senses. The non-smell of animate machines makes her skin crawl.
Don't even get her started on robots, or worse -- andys that look human.
Her job as a corporate spy for the android maker Innersoul puts her in touch with the creatures every day, but also requires her to judge them.
When Christa runs into Humancopy Progress Rep, she can't believe her luck.
Using a cover identity, Christa wines and dines him. What truths will she uncover?
Or worse, what truths will she reveal...
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