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    There are times when Lan Zhan pictures the version of himself that is human. Fist-sized muscle beating in his chest, the precarious architecture of a skeleton, wet muscle and visceral organs. He sees that Lan Zhan swallowing and setting his jaw, although the real Lan Zhan does not make those motions. The movement of his mouth is only a formality, a quirk of programming to soften the strangeness of his existence, as he says, “You weren’t here.”

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    like pressure points by perilously

    “Patient,” he says. “Am I patient?”
    Wei Ying curls his hand around the side of Lan Zhan’s neck. It takes only a tap of his thumbnail to shut Lan Zhan’s control panel, and only a small exercise of Lan Zhan’s will to lock it again. “I mean.” Wei Ying swallows. The working of muscles, the wet sound of saliva down an esophagus. Such human noises. Lan Zhan catalogues them each time Wei Ying makes them. “Like I said, yeah? Thirteen years?”
    As Wei Ying says: thirteen years. Each minute sixty seconds, time a steady march from within Lan Zhan’s chassis. Still, though: “I do not feel patient,” Lan Zhan says.

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