A single moment spent in a business meeting or at a pub is more than enough to reveal the basic human truth that we are all faking it most of the time.

A single moment spent in a business meeting or at a pub is more than enough to reveal the basic human truth that we are all faking it most of the time. We congratulate a rival on a triumph when actually we are choking on spite. We are cordial and attentive to crashing bores.

I certainly try to avoid getting bogged down in forensics. There is certainly a whole lot of other writers who know a lot more than me about it. I know enough about it to do a little bit of background on laboratory techniques and stuff. But it kind of bores me.

Since I am not actually a real human being, my emotional responses are generally limited to what I have learned to fake.

I had become a perfect fake human, saying the stupid and pointless things that humans say to each other all day long.

For the first time I could remember, I felt weak, woozy and stupid— like a human-being. Like a very small and helpless human-being.