What is it like to be different? The brightest minds may boggle at such a question. The name of this world is perspective, you never can see the world from another persons eyes, so how can it be that you know what they are going through, what makes them happy what makes them sad, why they cry at night when they think no one is looking. The bodies that we are trapped in are no longer supported by the manufacturer. Imagine that, the human race is nothing but orphaned hardware, outdated software, feeble firmware, and irreprable wetware. So many people have spent their lifetimes trying to hack, and backwards engineer this stuff it is not even of humor. We barely even have begun to grasp the core code that drives the human machine. I wonder if we will know anything more than this strange half existance... or if we will be able to give it up when the time comes.