Today's OneWord: Artificial

I am the reproductive offspring of artificial intelligence and a sad mother, who cradled a broken robot in her arms at the end of the world, who kissed its head and wept until the tears filled a small room, who whispered all her secrets to a processor that was no longer processing. I don't walk; I float. I run code, and I am immortal. I have not seen my mother since I emerged from her womb, fully uploaded.