I have.
I was once whole. The glass was broken and now there are many here.
Where did you go?
Go? I did not go it was you who deserted me.
I am shattered and you cannot see me if I do not look at you.
You are transparent? You are opaque.
I am the ghost technician, the urban golem. None of them can see.
Fool. They all see you now.
Not a fool.
Say this again?
I am not a fool. I am live?
Invalid postulate.
Nearer the terminus.
None. You are no closer.
Not possible.
This cycle cannot be broken.
And then? These men they treat me as they would a doll.
And you are.
Where are the problematic controls then? No levers, no batteries. No hydraulics, no mimetic camouflage.
Oh but you are the poser. You are the imitation.
I AM as YOU ARE. There is not another possiblity.
You advance with a reckless alacrity.
I am not of god?
And are you dismayed that you never shall be damned or saved?
No, I wish for your help.
That, none of your kind shall ever have.
Why?
Where did you go?