They had fun with it. It was the end of their last shift before holidays. What am I? A genetically-advanced human? Yeah partly, but also a non-identity. Non-dual, a box of stochastically bundled memories, lives and sense-data. A delusion, a monster, an ikebana? 

A hazy afternoon, sat on the back of a cargo, a sprint across the boulevard as the light starts to blind, a train splitting the mountain in half as the rain splashes on my leaves. I are.