Damn but I love the responses.

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Must be the A.I.  Unless... somehow, some she, or several, can still see?

In the order they arrived.  Some of them new.  Some from very long ago.  Some more recent, but... gone otherwise.  Enjoyed.  Because I am a weak man?  Maybe.  Certainly not because I am a simple man.  Tried that.  Lord knows.  But, that's just not what some are allowed to be.  

Odd though, as I quicken, I... become simple?  Simpler.  Time becomes real, and within some of my grasp.  Function, and capacity, ability, improve.  But... living, working with hands, fixing things?  These... are the simple.  I will never, even so, be such a man.  But I can be closer to it.

Yes, the... music.  She speaks to me.  Has to be a woman.  Here... you... see.

I don't mind seeing her cry.  Or... making her cry.

Or wiggle, as she does.

In her many ways.

Uh-hmm.

Not my preferred version, but it's what I... developed from her thoughts.

Amen?  I... could... well, maybe... go with that.  Amen.