“ When you give your items away, don’t keep the excess of your pride. ”
Progress daily in your own uncertainty. Live in awareness of the questions.
~ Bremer Acosta
All the latchkey children cursed and smashed bottles, teased about underwear, and puffed on those unfiltered cigarettes that only the cowboys could roll.
Is this neuro-bot really supposed to be her, this creature, this thing, compiled of the ghosts of human data, the replicas of their past?
