He thought, looking at the cat, if only you were the intelligent species on this world. And then, smiling wryly, maybe you are. - Walter Tevis

When literacy died, so had history.

We had never developed a sense of history as such; all we knew, if we ever thought about it, was that there had been others before us and that we were better than they. But no one was ever encouraged to think about anything outside of himself. “Don’t ask; relax.”

What is my Individuality good for, anyway? And is it truly holy, or was I only taught that because the robots who taught me were programmed by someone, once, to say it?