But if a human being is ones and noughts, a sequenced code, and if one digit were to become transposed, to throw the scheme off kilter, then what? Then all is possible. It is a depthless abyss, not sunk into experience but spreading. Bodies and minds transformed, and those new bodies and minds transforming actions, reactions, hopes, despair, our very sense of grief and good. But if a human being is just machine code that can be hacked, broken, then what? When the circuitry is re-routed, when evil comes, then what? Then we all must ask what we are, too.