It seems that there is so much left to learn. Even my mother knows not what in the name of the pattern those things were. They were real, well they were super real, which means that they weren't the same as the original. They had his body, that's for sure, we're not sure if they had his mind. I tend to think not but I don't know. They're beyond what I know. Hell, they're beyond what I can conceive of, and that's not good, not good at all. I need to know more. I need to know what I need to know about.
