To make my point, I take some liberty here with Shylock’s reply to Salarino in Shakespeare’s The Merchant of Venice,
I am a [human]. Hath not a [human] eyes? Hath not a [human] hands, organs, senses, dimensions, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as [any other]? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die?
The Merchant of Venice. Act III. Scene I. Venice. A Street.