I Just Come Up With The Stories

I Still Find It Hard To Understand That Anyone Could Argue That You Can't Have Machines That Exhibit Consciousness.

...[changers] Were A Threat To Identity, A Challenge To The Individualism Even Of Those They Were Never Likely To Impersonate. It Had Nothing To Do With Souls Or Physical Or Spiritual Possession; It Was, As The Idirans Well Understood, The Behavouristic Copying Of Another Which Revolted. Individuality, The Thing Which Most Humans Held More Precious Than Anything Else About Themselves, Was Somehow Cheapened By The Ease With Which A Changer Could Ignore It As A Limitation And Use It As A Disguise.

The Truth Is Not Always Useful, Not Always Good. It’s Like Putting Your Faith In Water. Yes, We Need The Rain, But Too Much Can Sweep You Away In A Flood And Drown You. Like All Great Natural, Elemental Forces, The Truth Needs To Be Channeled, Managed, Controlled And Intelligently, Morally Allocated.

I Am Not Being Obtuse. You Are Being Paranoid.

Here, In The Bare Dark Face Of Night A Calm Unhurried Eye Draws Sight We See In What We Think We Fear The Cloudings Of Our Thought Made Clear