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Why have I become so obsessed with the need to feel guilty for my crimes? It troubles me far more than any guilt I have ever felt over the innumerable murders and acts of mayhem I have committed. I know that I have done terrible things, but as hard as I try, my heart does not stir to the remorseful feelings that I believe I am supposed to have. Should I be forcing myself to suffer and repent the things I have done through blood? Is it mere selfishness for me to believe that I am better off alive and working to do good things?
No amount of penitence will restore the lives I've taken, and even with the likelihood that I am going to hell when I die, (how it pains me to admit such a ridiculous-sounding thing!) I cannot submit my will to a God I do not understand and expect that my emulation of faith would make everything right.... but as a man, I possess the faculty to choose good over evil, and clumsy as I am, I believe that I can improve the lives of those around me.
There was an article in Time magazine a few months back, on the recent advancements that have been made in prosthetics medicine, and though it was brief, my own contribution towards the creation of cheap, functionable cybernetics was honoured and deemed 'undeniable'. I always considered robotics a means, rather than an end, but to have my work described in an essay on something other than notorious criminals of America is still an honour.
I've finally remembered why Dr. Langowski's face seemed so familiar to me.
No amount of penitence will restore the lives I've taken, and even with the likelihood that I am going to hell when I die, (how it pains me to admit such a ridiculous-sounding thing!) I cannot submit my will to a God I do not understand and expect that my emulation of faith would make everything right.... but as a man, I possess the faculty to choose good over evil, and clumsy as I am, I believe that I can improve the lives of those around me.
There was an article in Time magazine a few months back, on the recent advancements that have been made in prosthetics medicine, and though it was brief, my own contribution towards the creation of cheap, functionable cybernetics was honoured and deemed 'undeniable'. I always considered robotics a means, rather than an end, but to have my work described in an essay on something other than notorious criminals of America is still an honour.
I've finally remembered why Dr. Langowski's face seemed so familiar to me.