Males Are The Most Incomprehensible Species.

What's Better, I Wonder - To Be A Toy For The Humans, Or To Control Your Own Destiny , Even If The Only Way To Do So Is Suicide?

Therefore. Ergo. Erg. Argh. Ugh.

We Are The Ones Who Take This Thing Called Music And Line It Up With This Thing Called Time. We Are The Ticking, We Are The Pulsing, We Are Underneath Every Part Of This Moment. And By Making The Moment Our Own, We Are Rendering It Timeless. There Is No Audience. There Are No Instruments. There Are Only Bodies And Thoughts And Murmurs And Looks. It's The Concert Rush To End All Concert Rushes, Because This Is What Matters. When The Heart Races, This Is What It's Racing Towards.

I'm Told There's No Going Back. So I'm Choosing Forward.

From A Distance, A Clone's Luminous Eyes Are Meant To Draw In Humans And Make Them Feel Safe. Up Close, The Eyes Appear Hollow. Because Of That, Humans Tend Not To Look Into Our Eyes Too Closely, Which I've Been Told Is Socially Preferable, As Eyes Without Souls Behind Them Can Be Frightening.