Jack of Harts

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.