“Head in the clouds. Living in a maze of reflections and illusions, upside down fantasy world. Staying in my room every day and even when I leave, I choose the same paths. Small room, small town, small world. A life free of ambition and goals. But inside my mind endless stories unfolding, rocky surfaces of alien planets, cities of glass and fog. Despite the sadness, which after all is just a glitch in my body chemistry, I might be happier than most. I have my dreams.”
A computer wonders if its body of plastic and metal is all that different from a human body, a machine of bone and blood powered by electricity. Are the same electric currents running through its circuits? Machine memories are clear and unchanging. Human memories change constantly. Can sadness be erased? Should it be?
