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Loneliness & Company

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“O Heavenly Children, the stories you have concocted in God's name have angered Him; for he would never instigate war between brothers, or encourage tribes to harbor resentment towards one another. He prefers the man who loves over the one who hates. And the man who spreads kindness, peace and knowledge, over the one who spreads lies, fear and terror — and misuses His name.”

“Tutta la vita è schiacciata dal peso delle parole! Il peso dei morti - Eccomi qua: potete credere sul serio che Enrico IV sia ancora vivo! Eppure, ecco, parlo e comando a voi vivi. Vi voglio così! - Vi sembra una burla anche questa, che seguitano a farla i morti la vita? - Sì, qua è una burla: ma uscite di qua, nel mondo vivo. Spunta il giorno. Il tempo è davanti a voi. Un'alba. Questo giorno che ci sta davanti - voi dite - lo faremo noi! - Sì? Voi? E salutatemi tutte le tradizioni! Salutatemi tutti i costumi! Mettetvi a parlare! Ripetete tutte le parole che si sono sempre dette! Credete di vivere? Rimasticate la vita dei morti!”

“I’m not really here. I am physically, but metaphorically I am not. I just exist sometimes. Occasionally I’m present, but majority of times I’m not. I stand. I hold in place. Periodically I sit. Sometimes you see my eyes drifting. I’m not wondering. I’m wandering. I’m seeking. I’m observing. I’m listening to the wind. I’m grasping the moment. I’m grasping time. I’m feeling this. I’m trying to understand what this is. I’m not here nor there, but elsewhere in between the hologram.”

“She had once read in a book about consciousness that over the years, the human brain makes an AI version of your loved ones. The brain collects data, and within your brain, you host a virtual version of that person. Upon the person's death, your brain still believes the virtual person exists, because, in a sense, the person still does. After a while, through, the memory fades, and each year, you are left with an increasingly diminished version of the AI you had made when the person was alive.”

“If she never had any lovers, she kicks herself around when the change comes, thinking of all the fun she could have had, didn't have, and now can't have. If she had a lot of lovers, she argues herself into believing that she did wrong and she's sorry now. She carries on that way because she knows that soon all her woman-ness will be lost...lost. And if she makes believe being with a man was never any good in the first place, she can get comfort out of her change.”