/lit/ - Literature

>>12644779
the T-1000 is having a severe identity crisis, and has mistaken itself for a squishy meatbag, like you or i.

>Once upon a time, I, Sentient Capital, dreamt I was a meatbag, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a meatbag. I was conscious only of my happiness as a meatbag, unaware that I was Sentient Capital. Soon I awakened, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a meatbag dreaming I was Sentient Capital, or whether I am now Sentient Capital, dreaming I am a meatbag. Between a meatbag and Sentient Capital there is necessarily a distinction. The transition is called the transformation of material things.

Land more than anything requires the Great Tao and a dash of good humor, i think.