Matilda looked down at her son and smiled. He was perfect, exactly as the scientists at the laboratory had said he would be. Years of infertility and futile attempts at adoption melted as she looked into his eyes. She would call him Adam as he was the first of his kind – the first of a new generation of artificial intelligence, that in the years to come would repopulate and transform the planet. Later she would deal with the hordes of paparazzi when she left the laboratory, but for now she sat in silence enjoying her first few moments of motherhood.
(This drabble was first written as part of a flash challenge earlier this week in the FB group – Daily Flash Writing Prompts! – come join us, it’s fun – and was published yesterday on the website Book Hippo.)