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Androids in fiction often get to be “sons”. Many of them are flawed or rejected sons who destroy their creators, symbolically if not literally, but that is an old narrative of parents who fail their children. Frankenstein is an android story, though the Creature is made of flesh and blood. They are the ambitions of their parents, given, if not technically “life”, then “conscience existence”, and that is usually enough.  

But gynoids so very rarely get to be “daughters”. They can be “girlfriends”, or art, or… toys, but they almost never get narratives about personal identity remotely comparable to their “male” counterparts.