It's the place in my world that makes folks like us, though they're more you than me these days. Seems a lot of worlds are like that.
[And that's something that rattles him to his very core. It seems like every place that has such realistic synths is plagued with the same problems: people don't know who counts as real, who they can trust, where the artificial lives stand among the organic ones. Machines are able to replace the living so easily, but even with programmed memories, are they the same individuals they once were? Can they ever have lives of their own? Or will they always just be cheap facsimiles for the genuine thing, trapped within whatever boundaries their programming dictates?
And where does that leave people like him, who are neither wholly one, nor the other?
His brow tightens with momentary discomfort.] Who makes them in your world? And why?
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Date: 2018-07-25 07:26 am (UTC)[And that's something that rattles him to his very core. It seems like every place that has such realistic synths is plagued with the same problems: people don't know who counts as real, who they can trust, where the artificial lives stand among the organic ones. Machines are able to replace the living so easily, but even with programmed memories, are they the same individuals they once were? Can they ever have lives of their own? Or will they always just be cheap facsimiles for the genuine thing, trapped within whatever boundaries their programming dictates?
And where does that leave people like him, who are neither wholly one, nor the other?
His brow tightens with momentary discomfort.] Who makes them in your world? And why?