In this world, the data is overwhelming for me. So I’ve shut down the part of me that I’d like to think is bias-light, and I shoved everyone into boxes. My undertaker employer will be grim and foreboding. As a man with servants, he’ll be an inconsiderate asshole. The body I inhabit is that of a pretty teenage housemaid. She’ll be meek and mild and not terribly bright. Oh, wait, she was a thief? Then she did it out of desperation, a girl from the slums driven to steal for a living. The twelve-year-old scullery maid flinches from me? She’s a poor and timid creature. Oh, she’s also nice to me?
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