Re-Wired
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"I am not what you think I am, Lynn. I am something different. I am not like you."
"Then what are you?"
"Marshall."
"You weren't always the smartest."
"I am not him. I am not you. I am not out of this world. I am technology. Do not underestimate the power of technology."
"So what exactly are you? You seem so human..."
"I am a clone. He is dead."
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