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/ THIS IS THIS BOOKS 3RD CHRISTMAS AND IM HELLA EMOTIONAL BC TIME GOES BY SO FAST MAAAAN! /

"It must come true, some time soon, some how.."

The static transmitter was playing in the background of the dimly lit room, eerily singing out an old record that sounded way too scratchy to be recent or from a 1st party radio. Flickers and cackles of the imaged fire spurted from the low screen that for now, represented a fire place, the built in heaters doing a more than sufficient job than any real fire would.

The couch you sat on creaked as you shuffled more into the cross legged position you were already in. The material it was made out of was not suppose to creak but it did because the designers wanted it to be more 'realistic'. Furniture had stopped 'creaking' for at least 260 years now, well, that was until the Flinker Bros. decided that it would be a good idea to bring the whole 21st century vibe back.

The yule log that sat in front of you on the glass table looked edible enough. It smelt sweet, looked sweet, also tasted sweet but it wasn't sweet in terms of not even being made out of real ingredients. Synthetic and materialised edibles that had to be reused due to shortages. Sighing, you pushed it and your fork away from you, not necessarily feeling hungry.

"Have you finished your meal, Lieutenant 1617? "

The smooth robotic voice of your personal interfaced assistant popped up, her hologram was crisp and of a very neutral-looking average face. As always.

"Yes, CeeLia."

An opening of the table flipped up as two small flaps appeared. The plate that the yule log was on, slid slowly into the hole below the flaps closed again, taking the 'food' with it.

"Total mass of yule log is still present. 1617, are you sure you have finished your meal?"

"Of course, CeeLia. I'm just not hungry. Maybe later?" You stated, hugging your arms as you did so.

"Noted, 1617. While I'm present, would you like me to run a health check in the mean time?"

You sighed heavily. Even though she was helpful, the interfaced assistant really had its flaws.

"No, CeeLia. That would be all."

You watched past the hologram and towards the wall which was behind it rather than looking directly. Recently, you haven't been concentrating  or eating a lot. Various colleagues had picked it up back at the SkyRimmer, always commenting with useless comments like,

"Cheer up, 1617! It's not like the SkyRimmer is falling out of the sky."

Or,

"1617! Your rating will drop if you don't look happy, happy, happy!"

Even,

"Lieutenant... have you maybe received 'The Spot'?"

You laughed to yourself about the last one. Imagine, you? Receiving that. The Spot. The Spot was a stupid excuse for having a baby outside of wedlock. All it meant was that if you were not wanting to settle down at one stage of your life but still wanted a child, the system would set you up a program of such in which you go through the whole process of pregnancy without any  type of insemination actually happening. Again, fake. The system had come up with a way to make fake life. It was sickening because the popularity of The Spot was growing so large, more and more fake humans were being produced. At first sight of the The Spot 10 years ago, the products were called 'Bhumans' but only recently did the Supreme System lose the case agaisnt human rights because apparently it was a form of segregation. So now, these fake and unnatural things were also called humans. Before long, the whole of this fake planet will be run by humans who are really well made robots. They'll become competition for real humans and before you know it, take over