Well.
Data’s bioplast sheeting was a tad clammily whiteish-green but I’m sure things have improved since then. It does seem strange that Mike recognised me so quickly and easily in a crowd. I am beginning to suspect, now you have mentioned the possibility, a CSI-like program that scanned the distance between my eyes and nose and chin and compared it to a computer program picture of my face and came up trumps.
So – looking back on it all, I’d have to say, I am not a robot (I’m pretty sure of this, but who can tell? In an Eastender-like episode next week I may open the front door to a sinister man in a black suit and mask who informs me of my genetically engineered background) but I am beginning to suspect that Mike could be.