Android: An artificial human. A human made in the laboratory out of Man's own deep knowledge of chemicals and atomic and molecular structure and the strange reaction that is known as life.
Human in all but two respects — the mark upon the forehead and the inability to reproduce biologically.
Artificial humans to help the real humans, the biological humans, carry the load of galactic empire, to make the thin line of humanity the thicker. But kept in their place. Oh, yes, most definitely kept in their right place.
The corridor was empty, and Sutton, his bare feet slapping on the floor, followed the android.
The door before which they stopped said:
THOMAS H. DAVIS (Human) Operations Chief
"In there," the android said.
Sutton walked in and the man behind the desk looked up and gulped.
"I'm a human," Sutton told him. "I may not look it, but I am."
The man jerked his thumb toward a chair. "Sit down," he said.