Kate gripped him by the shoulders and looked him in the eye. “You can’t become the Solipsist Nation. That’s nonsense. It’s rhetoric from an old play. All it would mean is … dying. The people the software creates when you’re gone won’t be you in any way.” “They’ll be happy, won’t they? From time to time? For their own strange reasons?” “Yes. But—” “That’s all I am, now. That’s all that defines me. So when they’re happy, they’ll be me.”
