It's not just that I'm--

I mean it is, but there's... [more, there's so much more]

I know. That no one cares what I am, because I'm a person and I'm here and I'm one of you. But it matters. To me.

I didn't know. I didn't know I was parading around like a human with a history and a family and a girlfriend--like a parody of a human.

[But he'd--he'd been human, before, right? He'd seen his own face, had skin, could taste, could breathe, and then he died--

God, but if he was an AI all along, then whose body was it?]