I fear I’ll be full android by 2014.
We’re all terrible people. We’re all sluts and liars and fakes and assholes and annoying until we’re dead. Then it’s “Oh, So and so! She was my best friend. She was so kind and pretty and talented and awesome. The greatest person I’ve ever met. We lived in the same neighborhood.”
So and so would say “I haven’t talked to you in years and you talked shit behind my back every day.”
It’s such a shame that when people die is when others see the beauty in them.