“Because despite the undeniable knowledge that I wasn’t human – or mostly human, anyway – despite the proof the computer screen had show in the repair room, I still picture my interior just the same as any other sixteen-year-old girl’s. Blood and guts and bones. A brain, and a functioning heart. Hopes and dreams, fears and sorrow. They could tell me the truth, but they couldn’t force me to accept it.”
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