The body was fake, but the life it lived was real. I still have those memories, and the memories of those I know at home perceived me as though my body as the same as theirs.
Does that not, in a way, make it real?
[He seems to be having a bit of an existential crisis, which is weird given that he'snot data anymore.]
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The body was fake, but the life it lived was real. I still have those memories, and the memories of those I know at home perceived me as though my body as the same as theirs.
Does that not, in a way, make it real?
[He seems to be having a bit of an existential crisis, which is weird given that he'snot data anymore.]