Evgenia confidently turned the steering wheel. It was hard to believe that this fragile young girl had learned driving skills recently, less than a month ago. But it was like that. Artificial girls were easily and quickly learnable. Especially the latest models, to which belonged Telegin's personal doll. While Zhenya was driving a foreign car through the streets of the capital to the next object, which had to introduce a temporary chip, giving the opportunity to monitor the state of the pupa at a distance, Alex was dozing. Therefore, Eugene's question was a surprise to him:

- What is the main difference between me and a person? - together with the question in his direction the piercing look of green eyes darted.

- Nice face - thought Alex - but only very serious

- Why are you interested?

The girl spoke thoughtfully:

- We are outwardly the same as ordinary girls. And each of us lives its own life. So what's the difference?

- In principle, there is no difference - Telegin shrugged his shoulders - you are better than real people in beauty. You are smarter, you are more talented. I do not even know - he smiled. He did not have much desire to pinpoint this topic.

“But we cannot continue our race, that’s what makes our difference!” - Zhenya herself answered her question - and we were created to live for the sake of others

- We all live for someone. And people including ...

- And for whom do you live? - Zhenya turned the pretty head to him again

He had to answer. Although it was strange that his personal fembot began to ask questions that Alex could not answer. Telegin really didn’t know for sure - for whom or what he lived. Once the whole meaning of his being was concluded on one person - his girlfriend. When she betrayed him, Telegin simply existed. Acquaintance with Dr. Shevchenko turned the course of Alex’s life to a completely different, one might even say, fantastic side. And now he was disturbed, pleased and instilled a sense of demand only for the affairs and problems of the corporation “Beauty”. Other, including love and the continuation of a kind of Telegin have not yet bothered.

- Each of the people has parents - maybe I live for them - he said thoughtfully - or maybe I just live.

- And do you like what you have created for you?

- Yes, very much - Alex smiled - you are the best. And I am grateful to your "father" that he made such a miracle.

Theoretically, these words should please Eugene. But she didn’t even smile back. The beautiful young face was still focused.

“You like me, then why do you like other girls?” - she also strictly asked

- So the person is arranged. It is as if embedded in us.And I’m making love to your sisters exclusively for business reasons - Telegin, frankly, was slightly taken aback by such inquiries. Zhenya should not ask such questions. Something happened to her! Could her artificial intelligence be formed before a serious independent analysis? At least two options. Either there was a failure in Eugene’s software or it evolved in its development, and for unknown reasons to Alex. In any case, Zhenya learned to think individually. And the doll continued to ponder and ask uncomfortable questions.

- Can I love another man?

Here is another surprise!

- But you want it?

- I do not know yet. Although I am sure that my existence is associated only with you. I understand it. After all, for that I was created.

- Something does not suit you?

“I don't know yet,” said Zhenya thoughtfully, “but sometimes it seems to me that I want more.”

- More than to love me?

Reply Eugene did not have time. Suddenly a small piebald dog jumped out of the gateway onto the road. Stupid dog rushed under the wheels of the car, barking for no reason. And when it seemed that a collision with a dog could not be avoided, Eugene abruptly turned the steering wheel to the left. The car almost flew into the wall of a nearby house. She successfully coped with this problem by unscrewing the steering wheel in the right direction. Alex sighed with relief. But it seems early. Towards almost to the ram, they were rushing blue "Toyota".

He slammed a shot. Someone, apparently a bad person, fired consciously and deliberately from the car heading towards them.

The section of the front glass shattered into many fragments,

Alex had a sharp movement to pull Zhenya down, himself, rolling down on the floor. The cars parted - the unknown gunner didn’t have the heart for the “ram” or this action was not in his plans.

Their car continued to fly along the highway, practically unmanageable. Finally, Zhenya was able to stop him. Screaming brakes, the car stopped.

- What was it? - Alex asked, dumbfounded.

“I don’t know, but probably they wanted to destroy us,” the dolly suggested calmly.

- Again?

Telegin’s face was darker than a cloud.

- The guys seem serious, something needs to be done - he said - by the way, are you whole?

- Yes, I'm fine. You did save me — in Yevgenia’s large green eyes, in her disheveled form, even in a scratch on her forehead, which looked quite like a real person — it was all charm. She is very beautiful!

- Debt good turn deserves another. You, too, more than once rescued me. So people say - Telegin scoffed - and you still want to try to strike a relationship with another?

Zhenya smiled for the first time in that time:

- Not yet. Although I would be interested. But I still can not. You know that. I want it or not.

Alex reached for the doll and kissed her softly on the lips. Kissed, as if showing tenderness to his beloved person. This is the feeling he experienced at this moment. Perhaps Zhenya felt this too. Her return kiss was just as sweet and sincere. Did she learn to feel like a human being?

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In the spacious room, where the fireplace was slowly smoldering with lazy lights, there was a tense silence. At first glance it was difficult to notice. Neuman, who was comfortably seated in a huge chair, swallowed expensive red wine from a large glass and studied the space ahead of himself with a calm gaze. He seemed to pay no attention to the other occupants of the room. There were two of them here. A stooped, inconspicuous person, who is nervously measuring the room, looking now at Neumann, now at the very pretty graceful blonde in a home robe, also holding a glass of noble drink in the thin fingers of her right hand. In appearance, the girl was no more than 21–23 years old. And she seemed quite young.

“It so happened that they turned out to be more agile, and I did not want to glow in the center of the city,” the man suddenly said in a bass voice, and again looked at Neumann and the girl.Mila (it was she) diligently pretended not to notice his gaze. She generally looked detached from what was happening in the room. Even more than Roman Yakovlevich. Who suddenly drew attention to a man

“You mean they were able to get away from your shot?” He asked slowly, taking another sip of wine.

- Yes, we with Sergey went almost on a ram, and I shot at an emphasis. But they dodged it. Nimble turned out to be. As if they were waiting ...

- The fact that you did not want to shine is right. But you did not fulfill my order. And I paid you ...

Neuman looked at the man with an icy stare.

- Not good.

The man at first shivered over his gaze, then gave a start:

- We will do our job. Do not doubt. But we don't need to scare us either ...

- Did anyone scare you? - deliberately surprised asked Roman Yakovlevich - Mila, did you also think so?

The girl shook her head, not saying a word.

- I did not even think, dear Pyotr Pavlovich - from such an official appeal, the man began to roam around the room again - but I, as a businessman, must be sure that the paid order was executed by me.

- The mistake came out. ...