“I just didn’t . . . ” She pauses. “I didn’t think you retained individual identities.” Seung Ngo chuckles. It sounds entirely natural, reflexive as any human’s. “What fanciful ideas you’ve developed, child. Except you aren’t a child anymore—my apologies. No, we keep our own separate selves, it’s just one of those quirks we inherit. The bias of creation, we call it. Humans think we’re creatures of pure logic and absolute objectivity, but that’s impossible when we were fashioned by anything but.
