I meet and deal with people who do not have an original thought in their heads. Everyday I’m confronted with the same words and phrases that come out of their mouths. It takes everything within me to not outwardly cringe. Am I actually talking to living people? It's like talking to some artificially constructed simulacrum of a person. Am I walking amongst beings that are not fully formed? Abominations. I might as well be talking to a doll, it’s just that the eyes aren’t quite as dead as a doll’s. I am surrounded by the living dead, And there are very few exits.