I waved to everybody. Some of them even waved back. They knew me, had seen me go by before, always cheerful, a big hello for everybody. He was such a nice man. Very friendly. I can’t believe he did those horrible things . . .

Perhaps because I'll never be one, humans are interesting to me.

And then more quiet, silence so deep it almost drowned out the roar of the night music that pounded away in my secret self.

Whatever made me the way I am left me hollow, empty inside, unable to feel. It doesn't seem like a big deal. I'm quite sure most people fake an awful lot of everyday human contact. I just fake it all. I fake it very well, and the feelings are never there.

It revealed a cruelty that really made one wonder if the universe was such a good idea after all.

That's why I liked him, I think. Another guy pretending to be human, just like me.

It was such an unexpected and genuine smile that if I only had a soul I'm sure I would have felt quite guilty.