I held up two case files. They clearly documented that both children born to Amelia had died of congenital syphilis.
Ethan's expression flickered. "That's a genetic mutation in the children. It has nothing to do with us. Do you even understand medicine?"
I raised a hand, cutting him off, and signaled the judge to present the next piece of evidence. "Then what about this?"
It was a medical test report. The text on that report proved, beyond any doubt, that Ethan carried a sexually transmitted disease, and that he had passed it on to both children.
"Ethan, this is why I refused to share a bed with you. Because you're diseased. You keep insisting Amelia is the robot you developed. So tell me, how exactly does a robot get pregnant with your child?"
The courtroom erupted.
Ethan turned to
