We cling to memories as if they define us, but they really don’t. What we do is what defines us.
Don’t send a rabbit to kill a fox.
When we see our uniqueness as a virtue, only then do we find peace.
My mind is human. My body is manufactured. I’m the first of my kind, but I won’t be the last. We cling to memories as if they define us. But what we do defines us. My ghost survived to remind the next of us that humanity is our virtue. I know who I am and what I’m here to do.[last lines]
Everyone around me seems to fit. They seem connected to something, something I am not.
A machine can’t lead, it can only follow orders. A machine can’t imagine or care or intuit. But as a human mind in a cybernetic frame, Mira can do all those things, and more.
Maybe next time you can design me better.[to Ouelet]
