Knowledge And Ability Were Tools,

Tell Me, Doctor, Are You Afraid Of Death?" "i Guess It Depends On How You Die.

I Said Nothing For A Time, Just Ran My Fingertips Along The Edge Of The Human-shaped Emptiness That Had Been Left Inside Me.

I'm Not Human. I'm A Piece Of Machinery. I Don't Need To Feel A Thing. Just Forge On Ahead.

I Probably Still Haven’t Completely Adapted To The World. I Don’t Know, I Feel Like This Isn’t The Real World. The People, The Scene: They Just Don’t Seem Real To Me.

It Was As If I Were Writing Letters To Hold Together The Pieces Of My Crumbling Life.