Synapses to wires, cells to cold machinery. The arm I see before me is not flesh and blood, but metal and plastic. And, yet I think Move my arm, and my arm moves. It moves as I want it to, with a thin "whirr" as the motors within bend the elbow. My fingers open and close experimentally, no metal-on-metal rasp because my joints are perfectly lubricated. I feel the back of my neck; this time, the metal-upon-metal sound is there. The pressure-and-texture sensors in my fingers are more sensitive than those on my neck, but both connect to the device that connects my artificial body to the only remaining "natural" parts of me, my spine and my brain.

Am I human?

My body is entirely organic. I don't even have nanotechnology in my body to protect against disease and aging. Instead, I am genetically enhanced. It was not a choice of mine, but I am nonetheless grateful. I still need never fear sickness or age, and I will never be "too weak" for something, as the portions of my genetic code related to my musculature have been tailored for strength. In addition, my mind is adaptable and I can adjust to new tasks as I need to. However, elements of nonhuman animals' genetic codes have been added to my own. I am not, strictly speaking, a member of the species Homo sapiens. But I am self-aware, and think as a human does.

Am I human?

I am not "alive." I was not born and I will not die. I am an Artificial Intelligence, a machine, but I am sentient. I feel, and I think. I have desires and aspirations and dreams and disappointments, just like you. I have known the sweetness of success and the bitterness of failure, just like you. I have interpersonal relationships and I love the people who matter to me and with whose personalities mine naturally meshes, just like you.

Am I human?

I look around me. To my left stands someone whose central nervous system alone remains of his natural body, to my right a parahuman with DNA of dozens of species walks down the street. Last week, I had an argument with an AI. It won.

What is "human?"