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It takes a great deal of work being human, you know, experiencing emotion on a personal scale. Every day we try so hard to rise above the pettiness of life, but when we actually succeed we find ourselves so distant... so detached from expression. We still feel passionately about those we've loved and lost, but we are at loss as to how to cry, to whisper sweet nothings, to yell with anger... to simply act in any manner that doesn't elicit images of a machine. Ghost in the machine, the empathy, the need to show the utmost affection, crying out behind the prison of the heartless soldier.