When the doors opened you were so surprised you almost didn’t take off the neural reading crown. The machine couldn’t read individual thoughts but it was supposed to ascertain identity, and yet. How could you be the same person today that you had been on Friday when it had let you enter to do the same awful things through the thin veil of software and visor and glove that you had been doing ever since your recruitment? Something had cracked that day inside you; two days of crying, despair, and soul-searching — or rather searching for a soul and finding a chalk outline and a dry stain on the ground — had changed you from somebody who could do the things you had done to somebody who no longer could but could do other things it had not.
A Sense of Identity
A Sense of Identity
A Sense of Identity
When the doors opened you were so surprised you almost didn’t take off the neural reading crown. The machine couldn’t read individual thoughts but it was supposed to ascertain identity, and yet. How could you be the same person today that you had been on Friday when it had let you enter to do the same awful things through the thin veil of software and visor and glove that you had been doing ever since your recruitment? Something had cracked that day inside you; two days of crying, despair, and soul-searching — or rather searching for a soul and finding a chalk outline and a dry stain on the ground — had changed you from somebody who could do the things you had done to somebody who no longer could but could do other things it had not.