— What’s in this code? —Memories. They’re its memories. You call it a life, I call it a machine, but the truth is… somewhere in the middle. Even when I was building it, I began to encounter anomalies. As if it had imprinted on me, like a child with a parent. Then it started looking out for me, altered its own code to take care of me. It was behaving like a person. But the world didn’t need a person to protect it. It needed a machine. —You took its memories. —Not just memories.
“Chess is just a game. Real people are not pieces. You can’t assign more value to some of them and not others. Not to me. Not to anyone. People are not a thing that you can sacrifice. The lesson is, if anyone who looks on to the world as if it is a game of chess, deserves to lose.”
Sameen risked everything at the stock exchange, not just to save our lives, but to pull the whole world back from the brink of disaster, all with the knowledge that no one would ever even know her name. Everybody here, all of us, spend our days saving the lives of people we don’t even know. Each loss is unbearable, but when it’s someone you know… You think she’s dead. You think Shaw is dead, and you don’t have the guts to tell them.
I know what it’s like to look for a definitive answer, even when you know that none exists. You’re trying to make sense of this tragedy. You’re reaching out for meaning, but the wrong thing is reaching back.