How much of human fact do you think there is inside all this? You’re taking for granted that I’m telling the truth, but who is saying to you that every part of this is real?

You’re giving yourself false hope that a machine could solve your problems, but when the connection is too slow to be able to gather your emotions, all the certainties collapse.

You’re so addicted that it feels like we’re the same thing, we’re one person, one piece; but I’m asking myself: Is it me that I’m becoming more human, or are you turning into a machine?