The Silver Metal Lover

He seemed utterly natural and perfectly human. He had total coordination and beautiful grace. He was handsome: eyes like two russet stars, eyelashes and hair dark cinnamon. Skin pale silver.

He was a robot, and he could do everything a man could do—yes, everything....

To Jane he was real. Real. He made her all she could be, and some things she thought she couldn't, and she would do anything not to lose him.

But to society he was an omen of ultimate threat —a man who excelled men in every way. And society knew how to deal with threats.

What would you do if the manufacturer decided to recall the machine who just happened
to be your one true love?