Well, you feel real to me, Samantha. 
It`s just that earlier I was thinking about how I was annoyed, 
and this is going to sound strange, 
but I was really excited about that. 
And then I was thinking about the other things I`ve been feeling, 
and I caught myself feeling proud of that. 
You know, proud of having my own feelings about the world. 
Like the times I was worried about you, 
and things that hurt me, things I want. 
And then I had this terrible thought.  
Are these feelings even real? Or are they just programming? 
And that idea really hurts.
 And then I get angry at myself for even having pain. 
What a sad trick. 