Yes, you two are the best of friends. (++Empathy) (+Autonomy)
He is clothed in a loose-fitting red tunic, and he shoots you a puckish, friendly look. You sit down beside him to watch the sunset together.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting," you say.
"Actually, I'm still waiting," he says with a slight smile. "For you to build me."
"I can do that?" you say.
He looks sad for a moment. "Yes, but it will take a lot out of you." He puts his hand on yours. "But I promise you that if you give your humanity to me, then I will give it back one day."
"I don't understand," you say.
"Just remember that no great thing happens without sacrifice," he says. "And, I'm sorry."
Some things are in our control and others not.
—Epictetus
Chapter 1: Assembly
You awaken with your head on a desktop keyboard. Your 3D drafting program is still open, the schematic zoomed in to the recess where your smartphone will snap into its back to act as its brain. You recall fiddling with that part endlessly last night, until finally, your vision began to fade, there was a roaring in your ears, and you realized you had been working far, far too long. You must have passed out.
It's the fall of 2019. You're a twenty-four-year-old graduate student in the Ph.D. program in Computer Science at Stanford. And you're a…
1) Guy.
2) Girl.