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Where Lies the Self

There exists a house
on a typical street

There are cameras on the house
facing outward

A person walks up to the front of the house
carrying a pizza

In the door
a slot opens
the pizza is placed inside

A conveyor belt whisks the pizza away where it is turned into mush by devices.

Further devices turn the mush
into nourishing liquids

The liquids enter tubes
and travel to a room in the house
to a chair in the room

The chair contains systems to care for the biological functions of the flesh which sits within.

The flesh has appendages
which interact with a computer

The computer is used to monitor and run processes which interact with physical
and virtual worlds

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