It... seems that way. I guess we were both right. All this robot stuff, all the way up in my skull... [And no sign of his soul glowing with feelings, intention, compassion, or any of it. Just circuitry in his chest, his skull, and all the other casings that temporarily held bones.]

...You know. The more I think on it. I don't remember exactly what I did, because, it was before this. [The memorizing, the numbness.] But, I wanted to remember things. Like I used to, or thought I used to. And then...