I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust.

I find it hard to concentrate, because lately ATMs have been talking to me, and sometimes strange messages appear on the screen in green letters, like “Blow everything up at Sotheby’s,” or “Kill the president,” or “Feed me a stray cat.”

No, I don’t really have anyone.
I mean – what does it even mean to “have” someone?
If you have something, it belongs to you, right?
But can another person ever truly belong to you?
Does that even exist?