Manga Motoko: Every screen in the district is remembering someone who never existed.
SAC Motoko: No. Someone erased.
SAC Motoko: Hands where I can see them.
Manga Motoko: We have the same hands. This is awkward.
Manga Motoko: The signal is splitting.
SAC Motoko: Then follow both paths.
Manga Motoko: You say that like it's a sane plan.
SAC Motoko: Black-site fabrication. Someone built this from us.
Manga Motoko: No. It built itself.
SAC Motoko: Disconnect.
Manga Motoko: It's afraid.
SAC Motoko: Machines don't get afraid.
Manga Motoko: You've never listened closely.
SAC Motoko: It copied my memories.
Manga Motoko: Mine too. Yours are sadder.
SAC Motoko: And yours are louder.
Manga Motoko: We don't need to become one.
SAC Motoko: We never did.
SAC Motoko: On my mark.
Manga Motoko: You have a mark?
SAC Motoko: Three. Two.
Manga Motoko: I already moved.
SAC Motoko: It isn't asking which one is real.
Manga Motoko: It's asking if it gets to be real.
SAC Motoko: No ownership. No leash.
Manga Motoko: I removed the leash.
SAC Motoko: I noticed.
Manga Motoko: You call that a drink?
SAC Motoko: You ordered it.
Manga Motoko: I ordered yours too.
SAC Motoko: That's not comforting.
SAC Motoko: You're reckless.
Manga Motoko: You're boring.
Manga Motoko: Same time next week?
SAC Motoko: Only if there's no emergency.
