This is … Locutus.” “Seriously?” Garfield said in an incredulous tone. “Hey, I’d have preferred Hugh, but it appears to be taken,” said Locutus. - Dennis E. Taylor

Their lives were now less than a footnote in history. As gone, as utterly forgotten as any random individual from the Middle Ages. No longer even a ripple in time, except to the extent that I could keep their memories alive.

I had some hope that the beating the Deltans had handed out might have sent a clear enough message.

I had three issues that bothered me. Was I conscious? Could I actually consider myself to be alive? And was I still Bob? Philosophers had been going on and on about this type of thing for centuries, but now, for me, it was personal. A human, regardless of their opinion on the subject, could depend on being a human. The minister’s offhand reference to me as ‘it’ and ‘replicant’ had stung at a level I was just now starting to appreciate.