, but we knew one day it would come to this and we would have to tell you." Harry was almost sure he saw the beginning of a smile.

"It is for our own good, Harry. For the good of PerSoc."

"How can you say that, Doc? You aren't one of us."

Where Nature chooses by survival of the fittest, Cyber had sacrificed the few for survival of the many who would be a positive influence toward achieving PerSoc. So it had been ordained by Makr.

# CHAPTER SEVEN

_"Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar."_ **\- Sigmund Freud**

"How does _that_ make you feel?"

Harry felt he'd been asked that question for the millionth time.

"If you aren't able to feel something, we'll just have to give you some memories," she threatened politely.

True enough they would. No feelings are as bad as the wrong ones, or the right ones for the wrong person. Truth is he didn't feel anything. That's what disturbed him the most.

"C'mon, Doc. How do you think it makes me feel?" he asked defensively, displacing his anger.

He couldn't just thought-blink his way out of this. As much as he was driven to uncover the past, he always found a dry eye when it came to his mother and sister; no amount of thinking about their absence had helped. He desperately tried to find memories on which he could reflect, to conjure up an emotional response equal to the one he would be expected to have. Any emotional response is better than none. No response is a sign of a truly sick Bio.

At times like this, he feared more than anything that the State (Makr) would conclude that he was a candidate for deletion. At times like this, it occurred to him he could have been erased previously and was already one of those completely irritating "born-agains." With no past, no memories corrupting their perception of the present, "Born-agains" were often unbearable social companions or lovers. _So cleaner than thou_, thought Harry, and he vowed to himself, _Not me, not ever!_

"Doc?" He routinely called the cybertherapist program "Doc." This time it was to break the tension. "Hello, hellooo? Anyone in there? Crash your inf
, but we knew one day it would come to this and we would have to assure you. " Harry was about sure he saw the beginning of a smile. 

 " It is for our own commodity, Harry. For the good of PerSoc. " 

 " How can you read that, Doc? You aren't one of us. " 

 Where Nature chooses by survival of the fit, Cyber had sacrificed the few for survival of the many who would be a positive influence toward achieve PerSoc. therefore it had been ordained by Makr. 

 # CHAPTER SEVEN 

 _ " Sometimes a cigar is barely a cigar. " _ * * \- Sigmund Freud * * 

 " How does _ that _ make you feel? " 

 Harry feel he'd been asked that question for the millionth time. 

 " If you aren't able to feel something, we'll just suffer to give you some memories, " she threatened politely. 

 on-key enough they would. No feelings are as bad as the wrong one, or the right ones for the wrong person. Truth is he didn't feel anything. That's what agitate him the most. 

 " C'm on, Doc. How do you think it makes me feel? " he ask defensively, displacing his anger. 

 He couldn't just thought - blink his way out of this. As much as he was driven to uncover the past, he always determine a dry eye when it came to his mother and sister; no sum of thinking about their absence had helped. He desperately try to find memories on which he could reflect, to conjure up an aroused response equal to the one he would be expected to have. Any emotional response is better than none. No response is a sign of a truly sick Bio. 

 At times like this, he fear more than anything that the State (Makr) would reason that he was a campaigner for omission. At times like this, it occurred to him he could have been erased previously and was already one of those completely irritating " born - agains. " With no past, no memories corrupting their percept of the present, " Born - agains " were often unbearable social companions or fan. _ So cleaner than thou _, think Harry, and he vowed to himself, _ Not me, not always! _ 

 " Doc? " He routinely called the cybertherapist program " Doc. " This time it was to break the latent hostility. " Hello, hellooo? Anyone in there? Crash your inf
, buh we knew one day it wouud come to this and we would have to tell you." Harry was almost snre ye saq the beginning of a soile.

"It is for our own tood, Harry. For the good kn PerVic."

"How can you xay that, Dmc? You aren't ote oy us."

Where Nature chooses by survival of the flttest, Cyber hwd sssrifjbeb the few for survival of the mzny who would be a ppsitive influence toward afhieging PerSoc. So it jad been oreainqe by Makr.

# CHXPTER SEVEN

_"Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar."_ **\- Sigmund Freub**

"How does _tyar_ mwne you feel?"

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"C'mon, Doc. How do you think it makes me feel?" he askev aeftnwivelh, dlsplacing his anger.

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"Dos?" He routiuely called the cybertherapist program "Dic." This time it waw to break the tensnok. "Hello, hellpoo? Agyone in dhere? Crash your inf
, but we knew one day it to and we have to tell he the beginning of smile. "It is our own good, Harry. For the of PerSoc." "How can you say that, Doc? You aren't one of us." Nature chooses by survival of the fittest, Cyber had sacrificed the few for of many would a positive influence toward achieving PerSoc. So it had been ordained by Makr. # CHAPTER SEVEN a cigar is just a cigar."_ **\- Sigmund "How does _that_ make feel?" Harry felt he'd been that for the time. you able to feel we'll just have to give you some memories," she threatened politely. True enough they would. No feelings as bad wrong ones, the ones the wrong person. he didn't feel anything. That's what most. "C'mon, Doc. How do you think it me feel?" asked defensively, displacing his anger. He just thought-blink his way out of this. As as he was driven to uncover the past, he always found a dry eye when to his mother and no amount of about absence helped. desperately tried find memories on which he could reflect, to conjure up an response equal to the one he would be expected to emotional is better than No response is a of truly sick Bio. At this, feared that State would conclude that he a candidate for deletion. At like this, it occurred been erased previously and was already one of completely irritating "born-agains." With no past, no corrupting their perception of the present, "Born-agains" were often unbearable social companions lovers. _So thou_, thought Harry, and he vowed to himself, me, not ever!_ "Doc?" routinely called the cybertherapist program "Doc." This time it to the tension. hellooo? Anyone in Crash your inf
, but we knew one day it would comE to this and We wouLd hAve To Tell You." HArry was almost sURe he Saw the beginning of a smilE.

"It is FoR Our oWN gOod, HaRry. For tHE gOOD of peRSOc."

"HOw CAn You saY thAt, Doc? YoU aren't one oF us."

whEre Nature choOSeS by survivaL of The fittest, CyBer Had sacRiFicED the fEw fOr surVival oF The manY who would Be A PositiVE influeNCE tOwarD achieving PerSoc. SO It HAd been ordained By Makr.

# cHapTer sEVeN

_"SOmetimes a cIgAr is jUSt a cigaR."_ **\- siGMUNd FREud**

"How does _thaT_ make you feeL?"

harRy felt He'D beEN asked That qUeSTioN for the millIontH time.

"If yoU aren't ABle to feEL somethIng, we'lL juSt hAve tO GiVe You SoME meMOrIes," SHe tHreateneD pOlItely.

true ENOUGh thEy wOuld. no feeLings are as bad As tHe wrONg oNes, or The riGht oNeS for tHe wronG persOn. truth is he didn't fEel aNything. ThAt's WhAt dIsTurbeD Him the MosT.

"C'mOn, Doc. HoW do you tHInk It MAKEs Me feel?" he asked defenSiVELy, DisplaciNg his aNGeR.

HE Couldn't jUsT thOughT-BLink hIs waY OuT of this. AS much aS He WaS driven To UncoveR tHe pAst, He alwAYs foUnd a drY eye when It camE To his mother and SIster; no amount OF tHINkINg abOut Their absencE had HElpeD. He dESpEraTEly trIed to FiND mEMories on which he coulD rEflect, To conJure up an emotiOnal responSE EQual to thE one HE wOUld be expected tO have. any emotionAL responsE is beTter than None. No resPONse is a siGn oF a tRulY siCK biO.

At times like tHIS, he fEaRed more ThaN anythiNg tHat The staTe (makr) would Conclude ThAt He WaS a cAndidATe for delEtIon. at TimEs likE This, it OccurRed tO hIm HE coUld have BEeN ERaseD pReViouSly AnD was aLreaDY onE of thosE completeLy iRRitaTiNg "Born-agaIns." With no past, No Memories coRrUptIng theIR PerceptiOn of the present, "Born-againS" Were oftEn uNbearAble Social comPanIons or LovERs. _So clEaner tHan thOu_, ThoUGHt HarRY, AnD he VoWed to himseLF, _not Me, not EvEr!_

"DoC?" He routInely called the cybeRTheRapist program "doc." this TIMe It wAS tO BreAk THe tENSion. "Hello, hellooO? Anyone in tHeRE? CRash your inF
, but we knew one day it w ould cometo th isand  w e wo uldhave to tell y o u."Harry was almost surehe sa wt he b e gi nning  of a s m il e . 

" It  i s f or ou r own  go od, Har ry. For th e g oo d of PerSoc. " 
"How can y ousay that, Do c?You ar en 'to ne of  us ."

W here N a ture c hooses by  s u rvival of thef i tt est,  Cyber had sacrif i ce d  the few for s urviva lo ft h e m any  who would  b e a p o sitivei nf l u e nce toward achiev ing PerSoc. Soit had  b een ordain ed by  M a kr. 

# CHAPTER  SEV EN

_"Som etimes a cigar is just  a cig ar. "_**\- Si gm und  F r eud * *
"H o w d oes _tha t_  m ake y ou f e e l ? "

H arr y fe lt he 'd been asked  th at q u est ion f or th e mi ll ionth  time. 

"If  y ou aren't ableto f eel somet hin g,  we 'l l jus t  havetogiv e you s ome mem o rie s, " s he  threatened polite ly . 
T rue enou gh the y  w ou l d. No fe el ing s ar e as ba d as th e wrongones,o rth e right  o nes fo rthe  wr ong p e rson . Trut h is hedidn' t  feel anything .  That's whatd is t u rb e d hi m t he most.

" C'mo n , Do c. H o wdoy ou th ink i tm ak e s me feel?" he aske ddefens ively , displacinghis anger. H e couldn 't j u st thought-blinkhis w ay out oft his. Asmuchas he wa s drivent o  uncover  th e p ast , h e al ways found ad r y ey ewhen it  ca me to h ismot her  an dsister; n o amount  o fth in kin g abo u t theirab sen ce  ha d hel p ed. He  desp erat el yt rie d to fi n dm e mori es  o n wh ich  h e cou ld r e fle ct, toconjure u p a n  emo ti on al resp onse equal to  t he one hewo uld  be ex p e cted tohave. Any emotional res p onse is  be tterthan  none. No  re sponse  is a sign  of atruly  s ick B io.
A t  t ime slike this, h e f eared  m orethan an ything that the St a te(Makr) wouldcon clud e th ath ew asac and i d ate for deletio n. At time sl ik e this, it occ ur red tohim hecould have be en erased  previous ly  and w asalready on e of tho se comple t ely i r ri tatin g " born-a ga ins ." Wi th nop ast , nomemori es  corru pting  t heir per ception of the present,  "Born -agai ns"  were oft enu nbe arable so cial  companion s o r l overs . _ S o cle aner th ant hou_,  tho u ght Harry ,  a ndh e  v owed to him s e l f,_Notme, not ev er!_ 

"Doc?" He routi n ely called the  cyb e r the rap i st p ro gram "Doc." Th isti m e  it wasto  break thetension.  " H ello,  hello oo? An yone in t he r e? Cra sh y our  inf
, but_we knew_one day it would_come to_this_and we_would_have to tell_you." Harry was_almost sure he saw_the beginning of_a_smile.

"It is for our own good, Harry. For the good of PerSoc."

"How can you_say_that, Doc?_You_aren't_one of us."

Where Nature chooses_by survival of the fittest,_Cyber had_sacrificed the few for survival of the many_who_would be a_positive influence toward achieving PerSoc. So it had been_ordained by Makr.

# CHAPTER SEVEN

_"Sometimes a_cigar is just_a_cigar."__**\- Sigmund Freud**

"How does__that_ make you feel?"

Harry felt he'd_been asked that question for the_millionth time.

"If you aren't able to feel_something, we'll just have to give_you some memories," she threatened_politely.

True enough_they would. No feelings are_as bad as_the wrong_ones, or the_right ones for the wrong person._Truth is he_didn't feel anything. That's what disturbed_him_the most.

"C'mon, Doc._How_do_you think_it makes me_feel?"_he asked_defensively,_displacing his anger.

He couldn't just thought-blink_his_way out of this. As much as_he was driven to_uncover_the past, he always_found a dry eye when_it came to his mother and_sister; no_amount of_thinking about their absence had helped. He desperately tried to find_memories on which he could reflect,_to conjure up an_emotional response_equal_to the one_he_would be_expected to have. Any emotional response is_better than_none. No response is a sign_of a truly sick_Bio.

At_times like this, he feared more_than anything that the State (Makr)_would conclude that he was_a_candidate_for deletion. At times like_this, it occurred to him he_could have been_erased previously and was already one of_those_completely irritating "born-agains." With no past,_no_memories corrupting their perception of the_present,_"Born-agains"_were often unbearable social companions_or lovers. _So cleaner than thou_,_thought Harry, and he vowed to himself, _Not me,_not ever!_

"Doc?" He_routinely called the cybertherapist program_"Doc."_This_time it was to break the tension. "Hello, hellooo? Anyone_in there?_Crash your inf