Once more, something done with no feeling, no thought. Take an image? Ok, that one. Do something to it? Ok. The point being that in denying all qualia, all human-like input, one might search all the harder for some semblance of humanity behind the plastic, in the underpainting, between the lines... in a corner of our brains.
To push this a little further than perhaps it ought to be: the search for a shred of humanity might on some non-trivial level be a reflection of the search for the least event, the tiny spontaneous jump, that drew a primordial distinction between "this" and "that", which created existence, time and so on; you know...
And if you have been - thanks for looking.
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