The 59th President

We are on opposite sides of a wooden desk in a white house.

"Do you plan to implement any laws regarding robots?" I ask.

She doesn't speak.

"Your voters are scared that they will take over our jobs, our towns, even the world!" I prompt her.

Silence.

"And so am I, frankly. They're not even human! Why should we treat them as such?"

Her gaze is cold steel as she removes her jacket, top button, middle button—

Metal. Wires. Oscillators.

I am speechless as she leans forward.

"Because mechanical hearts still feel pain."