Happily for me, ninety-nine percent of all human life is spent simply repeating the same old actions, speaking the same tired clichés, moving like a zombie through the same steps of the dance we plodded through yesterday and the day before and the day before. It seems horribly dull and pointless-but it really makes a great deal of sense. After all, if you only have to follow the same path every day, you don't need to think at all. Considering how good humans are at any mental process more complicated than chewing, isn't that the best for everybody?

And I was having too much fun to stop now.

I had become a perfect fake human, saying the stupid and pointless things that humans say to each other all day long.

Could this be the Apocalypse ?

Of course, having information to use is one thing. Knowing what it means and how to use it is a different story.

Me, feeling. What a concept.

I think that's nice, and if I could have feelings at all I would have them for Deb.