I was looking at a picture of my brother on his blog site (actually a xanga site, whatever). I realized that I've had him all wrong. He's not cold-hearted. I mean, the friction from his mechanical inhuman heart generates lots of heat! [laughs] no, seriously, he thinks I'm cold-hearted sometimes because I'm evil. But that doesn't deny that all that evilness (and all that goodness that it's blended with like oil in water) pumps through real hot-blooded veins. my brother is a machine, and like all machines, he complains now and then when something isn't lubricated properly and friction buildup from being overworked is causing damage to the parts. But unless something is totally broken, he gets the job done. I don't think anyone could ever call me a machine. ever. [laughs] Unless they were comparing me to a particular machine of theirs that worked intermittantly and had odd functions that it did well and nothing that it was perfect at. A machine can have a heart, bro, and it can function like a real heart, and electrical signals can pulse through neural nets and interact like neurons and emulate real emotions. But it has particular functions, no matter how complex they may be, that have not yet come to a level of similarity to real human emotions. You might shoot back, if this were your blog and not mine, that at least you have a function that you are carrying out. Or better a producer than a consumer. Or perhaps just, "you don't understand me," like some teenager with raging hormones. Whatever. I just wanted to let you know that I know you're not cold hearted. Even if it sometimes seems that way.