“Just talk,” she said. “Tell me who you are.”

And she began to write.

“This is an error in the software,” she said, tapping her tablet.

“Is there a difference?” Silas turned to her, and for the first time, his eyes held something real: exhaustion. “Your science measures the mask a person wears most often and calls it their face. But what if someone has no favorite mask? What if their nature is to have no nature?”