If we could really get away with it. Kill anyone....anyone at all. I'd kill anyone....anyone at all.

I stand on the porch smoking, watching the stars of Orion's belt, gazing at the big dipper and comparing it to the one on my arm. And I wonder if you can feel the same nightly chill, if your night is equally warm and frigid as mine. If you can see the same stars. If you are even real. What is real? The corporeal, the tangible? And if that is real, well then what are you? You are the untouchable, the ineffable. Are you real? How would I even know?! Or are you something programmed, responsive? Are you just a code reacting to variable inputs? Are you an empathetic emulation? Are you simply, succinctly, sending scripted signals? And what is your protocol? Malicious? Evaluative? Subtly derisive? Whatever your intent, you bog down my functionality, sending rapid-fire signals, confusing my synapses.