She let him examine her hand. The exposed black material still warm and bounced back like a normal hand with each press. "My nerves are under this black layer." She said glancing up at him.

"I'm not a machine. I kill machines. I'm an android, a soldier that they created because they can't fight their own damn battles." She had a hint of bitterness in her words. "Instead they make us, to fight and then die when we're inconvenient. But I think you're most likely right, they don't think that we have a soul. Yet they made us in their image."