Alice flexed her hands in the enhanced dark and studied an old memory. It sat pale and blue within its compressed folder; she unlocked it to find more detail of her torture: pictures and emotions. Like pages from a book, they lacked any emotional connection. She searched her feelings toward that old body but got nothing but a disassociated ache. It was so hard to remember. Was this what happened when you reprinted? Did you lose your soul and become nothing but a collection of parts? Was she just a cheap reproduction of what a human should be? Her reprint had changed her as much mentally as physically; Four had designed her new body, taken the decisions to make her this way. Was this a reflection of how an MI saw the world? Emotions there but faded impressions of how people experienced life?