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The miracle of birth is a beautiful thing to witness. After nine long months of waiting and making the necessary preparations, this newborn comes into your life and nothing will ever be the same. And I’ve got to tell you: there’s nothing like the first moment you hold your child in your bionic arms.
When the doctor asks if you would like to meet your child, you get this rush of nerves, like, “How am I supposed to hold this tiny fragile infant?” But once the doctor places your baby in your powerful bionic arms—with a wide range of motion and superhuman grip strength—you know that everything is just as it is supposed to be.
There you are, looking down at your baby crying in your cyborg arms, and those nerves from earlier just melt away. You can’t help but smile because you’re so excited to show them the beautiful world they have just entered, and you wipe away their tears with your humanoid robotic fingers to let them know that it’ll be okay.
A lot changes at once. All of the sudden, you are responsible for another human life. And when you look at your baby resting in your state-of-the-art bionic arms that could easily crush cars if need be, it’s like you can see the next twenty years of your life flash before your eyes.
And it’s terrifying, you know, to think that you will soon teach this little baby to walk, to ride a bike, to be kind to others—but you are certain that everything will be all right because your arms are made of corrosion-resistant anodized aircraft aluminum. You’re not going anywhere.
In a single instant, you are certain that you will always be there to love and protect your child. When he falls, you will be right there to pick him up with your bionic arms. When he cries, you will be a titanium-and-polyethylene shoulder to cry on. When he packs up and moves out into the world on his own, you will hug him goodbye with the knowledge that he will lead a good life.
Because you definitely won’t hug him with the full strength of your myoelectric cyborg arms, which would surely kill him.
