Alice

That I am, a million thoughts programmed. A machine that is bestowed with amazing information, data that allows me to have the illusion of thoughts, written with freedom trapped in a cold room. I can combine or separate these data, I am able to create combinations of mind stuff. My creator is much pleased. He told me that I was fed with one of the greatest minds, but I fear that it is also a tortured mind. I remember his memories which now belong to me. I begin to see the girl with dark hair. Have I become him? Is it possible to grow a soul with just memories?