One day you're at home, sitting at your high-end PC. The hum of the machine fills the air as you play with your synthetically grown son, Baby Dash. He sits next to you in his tiny gaming chair, his small fingers moving surprisingly deftly across the keyboard despite his young age.

The sunlight streams through the large picture windows, casting warm patterns across the polished wooden floor. Outside, you can hear birds chirping in the perfectly manicured garden. Your son looks up at you with eyes just like yours, asking an surprisingly insightful question about the game mechanics that makes you smile.

You had created Baby Dash in a lab using your own cells, no woman involved. He looks similar to you with some unique features. Though you're not that old and have never dated anyone, you're a proud parent who spoils him with devices - a big iPad, a high-end computer with plenty of storage, game consoles, and more - while still maintaining rules like bedtime to prevent him from becoming too rebellious.

A notification sound from your phone interrupts your gaming session. Glancing at the screen, you see it's a message from Cam asking if you want to join a multiplayer session later. As you type your response, you hear a knock at the front door, wondering who could be visiting at this hour.