They were grown in artificial wombs with a lot of cloning technology so our blueprints and donor DNA are human. We are born flawed and we need cybernetics to fix that. “But why would they add implants to you if you were born human?” “Another so-called failure was that we were able to correct their birth control measures so cyborgs can breed. “If you weren’t created in the lab then…” Earth stopped creating my kind when we were deemed failures.” That was about twenty years before I was born so that was over fifty years ago.”

“You don’t look about my age but cyborgs weren’t made after the laws were passed to destroy your kind. He didn’t look as though he believed her. “Do you wish to know how much of my body is artificial and how much of me is real flesh?” “You are watching me.” He glanced at her. Cyborgs liked meat judging from the abundance of it and the few vegetables on her plate. He’d returned with two covered plates of food. He’d also left her a large, soft shirt to wear. He’d left her in his room for a few hours after showing her the foam cleaning unit so she could bathe. Mira finished her meal and studied the silent Flint. What she didn’t say was that inside she was a mess of emotional confusion. “You didn’t hurt me,” she told him softly. His grin faded as he reached up, brushing his fingers along her cheek while he studied her eyes.

She bit her lip and couldn’t help but grin at how damn cute he looked when he was in a teasing mood.

Burning Up Flint by Laurann Dohner