Bless Their Synthetic Hearts: A Southern Take on the Amazon Prime Series " Humans” Well, butter my biscuit and call me high-tech—y’all, I just finished bingeing Humans on Prime, and let me tell you… I’ve got more questions than a Baptist grandma at a tattoo parlor. For starters, this show ain’t just about robots vacuuming your floors and frying your eggs sunny-side up. Nope. These “Synths” look just like us—only with better posture and less complaining about Mondays. Honey, if I had one of these beauties in my kitchen, I’d finally get around to alphabetizing my spice rack instead of pretending paprika belongs in the “miscellaneous” category. But don’t get too cozy, darlin’. Things go sideways faster than a greased pig at the county fair. These Synths start catching feelings, asking the big ol’ “what does it mean to be human?” questions. (Meanwhile, I’m still trying to figure out why Buc-ee’s sells beaver nuggets in bulk.) What I love most is how the show sneaks up on ya. One minut...