Time Didn't Pass; It Tailgated.

Me, I Have A Science Fiction Writer's Conviction That The Damn Robot Is Supposed To Speak Human, Not The Other Way Around.

This Is What It Is To Be Human: To See The Essential Existential Futility Of All Action, All Striving -- And To Act, To Strive. This Is What It Is To Be Human: To Reach Forever Beyond Your Grasp. This Is What It Is To Be Human: To Live Forever Or Die Trying. This Is What It Is To Be Human: To Perpetually Ask The Unanswerable Questions, In The Hope That The Asking Of Them Will Somehow Hasten The Day When They Will Be Answered. This Is What It Is To Be Human: To Strive In The Face Of The Certainty Of Failure. This Is What It Is To Be Human: To Persist.

Quite Frankly, I Don't Like You Humans. After What You All Have Done, I Find Being 'inhuman' A Compliment.

Anger Is Always - Always - Fear In Disguise.

Sometimes I Think I Must Have A Guardian Idiot. A Little Invisible Spirit Just Behind My Shoulder, Looking Out For Me...only He's An Imbecile.