Woman Writing

HOW THE MIND CAN EXIST IN A PHYSICAL UNIVERSE, FROM AGNI 86

As we made our way back along the winding road, past illuminated houses and golden streetlights, Monroe started talking to us. His voice was soft, and he sounded as if he were talking in his sleep. “If there’s one thing I regret, it’s that I won’t have a chance to think about the final mystery,” he said. “We used to wonder whether machines could be intelligent, but we never understood the machines that we are. We are our mind. We’re everything we need, and desire, and fear, and remember.”
Then the only sound was that of the tires on the asphalt and a mild thunk when Stefan shifted gears. I turned around. Monroe and Kelling were holding hands.