He speaks in your voice, American, and there’s a shine in his eye that’s halfway hopeful. You have no patience for it. “You’re artificial,” you say. “Yes,” he says, and the voice is your voice, a little less rough around the edges, a little less gravely, a little less wearied by time. “Forgive me, I should have introduced myself. I’m Sam. I’m sorry. I know I’m not... I’m not like you. I know I’m not a person. Not in the way you are.”
THEY'RE BEAUTIFUL CREATURES
THEY'RE BEAUTIFUL CREATURES
THEY'RE BEAUTIFUL CREATURES
He speaks in your voice, American, and there’s a shine in his eye that’s halfway hopeful. You have no patience for it. “You’re artificial,” you say. “Yes,” he says, and the voice is your voice, a little less rough around the edges, a little less gravely, a little less wearied by time. “Forgive me, I should have introduced myself. I’m Sam. I’m sorry. I know I’m not... I’m not like you. I know I’m not a person. Not in the way you are.”