Yet, somehow, I must have wanted to know, I must have had doubts for some time, never clearly expressed, to anyone, not even myself.
Was it curiosity, or self-doubt, or some form of masochism?
I shall never know, but the truth is, what I know for sure, and I can never change, is this: I am a replicant, a machine, I am not really human!
So, despite all the lovely memories, I feel just desperately alone.
Inspired by the character of Deckard, in Blade Runner.