'I have blood. In my veins, in my eyes and in my head. But I am not human. I am her. I am that girl. No surname. No middle name. I am Delilah.' Delilah is not normal. She is not like us. She is not a human. She is a thing. A robot that had been created in a dystopian New York in the future. Every robot made has been emotionless, none of them were actually real, except of course, for Delilah.