Wait, what is it we were supposed to be doing? I almost remember. Something about meaning, duty, love, kindness, underlying truth, art? “No. You’re supposed to reproduce, and combine, and recombine, your genetic material, until the race is no longer of use to those who designed it.” I reject that reductionism. I am not here just to reproduce and forward DNA. But what am I here for exactly? I almost remember.

Oh that’s right–I’m here to remember.

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