Cybers do not dream of electric sheep.  We don’t really dream at all.  If we are turned on, we think.  When we shut down, we don’t.  We don’t have a sleep cycle, or a subconscious that talks to us through it.  We’re aware of everything we know, unless it is privacy-blocked.  We know who we are.  We can’t hide from ourselves.   We can’t tell ourselves we’re different than we are.  Sometimes I envy the ability of genetic humanity to do that.  Sometimes I pity it.