One of my brother's favoured ways of tormenting me when we were young was to assure me that, in fact, I was an android, turned on only minutes ago. All my memories, dreams, wants and preferences, merely manufactured artifacts.
I used to get very angry about that, which of course was what made it such a favourite of his.
Many years later, I see
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