I love her, and she's my friend. If you want to tell me a woman who dreams, who emotes, who feels pain, who eats like all of us, who has a life and a history, a name, hopes, ambitions, and goals, isn't a person, then I'm not sure what you would consider a person, sir. Is it because she's made of metal, not bone? Is every living thing in your world made of the exact same thing?
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