You and the chief are the only ones out of the whole section whose bodies don't come with a warranty.
That's all it is: information. Even a simulated experience or a dream; simultaneous reality and fantasy. Any way you look at it, all the information that a person accumulates in a lifetime is just a drop in the bucket.
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6 quotesI guess once you start doubting, there's no end to it.
You're treated like other humans, so stop with the angst.
Nice indeed. Everything's accounted for, except your old shell.
Hm... pressure sensitive triggers and a gorgon mine? Or is it a dummy...? Either way, what a waste! I ought'a take it home as a souvenir.
When I die, since I'm a real skeptic, I'm gonna gripe to the Lord and make sure I get back my original investment when I'm reincarnated...
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4 scenesGot him, huh? Well, the breech and the barrel really screwed up. That's what happens when you use HV bullets in one of these things. Oh yeah.
It's no use arresting me! I'm not talking to you goddamn cops!
Talk?! And just what are you going to talk about? You don't even know your own name, you stupid dickhead!
Huh?
Can you remember your mother's name or what she looks like? Or how about where you were born? Don't you have any happy childhood memories? Do you even know who you are?
Ghost-hacked humans are so pathetic, it's a shame. And this poor bastard has been hacked pretty badly.
Chief, you've ever questioned the ethics of the neural surgeons who monkey around inside your brain?
They undergo psychiatrical evaluations, especially those in security. They're subjected to a stringent screening of their personal lifes. Of course, the ones who check are only human.
I guess once you start doubting, there's no end to it.
That robot. Did we seem similar to you?
Of course not.
No, I don't mean physically.
Just what, then?
Well, I guess cyborgs like myself have a tendency to be paranoid about our origins. Sometimes I suspect I am not who I think I am, like maybe I died a long time ago and somebody took my brain and stuck it in this body. Maybe there never was a real me in the first place, and I'm completely synthetic like that thing.
You've got human brain cells in that titanium shell of yours. You're treated like other humans, so stop with the angst.
But that's just it, that's the only thing that makes me feel human. The way I'm treated. I mean, who knows what's inside our heads? Have you ever seen your own brain?
It sounds to me like you're doubting your own ghost.
What if a cyber brain could possibly generate its own ghost, create a soul all by itself? And if it did, just what would be the importance of being human then?
What the hell did you use?
Your standard issue big gun.
