I nodded with genuine synthetic sympathy.
I did not like this feeling of having feelings.
What do you want a clock for?” “To find out what time it is,” I said. “I think that’s the usual purpose.
…a cheerful black shadow reared up behind him as he spoke, thundering a happy challenge to my Dark Passenger, which slid forward and bellowed back.
It was almost enough to make me feel emotion.
...being torn apart by far too many loyalties that could not possibly live together in the same brain.