In a way. From what I understand, since we were made of memory, so I used a memory machine to edit myself into forgetting that I lost my arm. [a beat] I still don't remember losing it, but I can guess when it happened.
[that next question though... he looks thoughtful]
I suppose. To be a person, and not a god. A human, and not an observer. Aware of my own biases...
And yet knowing that I am still sooner defined my goals than my personal attachments.
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[that next question though... he looks thoughtful]
I suppose. To be a person, and not a god. A human, and not an observer. Aware of my own biases...
And yet knowing that I am still sooner defined my goals than my personal attachments.