"I know, I know... but she was right about my mother."
They sat in an old cafe that had only recently opened its doors to joint Human/Machine relations. Isla had no intentions of marrying L23, but without the machine to remind her of her daily regime of costly injections she knew she wouldn't last a day. It was a necessary partnership and what with all the ways humans could intimately interact with their machine companions, she hardly complained. Hardly.
But for as long as Isla could recall (without the help of her daily neural injections), her mother had been successful at everything. Above her bed hung a professional photograph from a fashion shoot her mother took many years ago in the Elysian Fields of Venus. To the casual observer it looked as if some naive blonde starlet was making her way through a field of pink phallii, but to Isla it meant more.
It was always something more when it came to her mother.
"Remember that time she said they had to throw martian blood into the fields just to arouse the Elysias?" Isla laughed. L23's eyes dimmed. "Will you tell me the story? All of it. Again, please..." Isla lay her head on the machines cold shoulder and closed her eyes.
L23 poured another cup of coffee and began again.
"Once there was a machine. And she was good. And oneday she was given skin. And the next, a heart. And after that, a brain. And when she was able to pass among the humans, she was given a job. And then a child. And when that child was born, the machine called her Isla..."
(this is my take, spelling/grammatical errors and all.)