I have this theory.
Whether it’s fate or choice, people break down into only two categories. You’re either a robot, or an alien. My debate teacher would call that reductive. I call it a neat expression of a larger truth. Robots operate out of programs — conventional logic. They follow the rules. Robots scan the world from side to side. Aliens are more… abstract thinkers. If they need to break a rule to keep their own paths, they do. Without fear. Aliens look down and up… when they choose to. I’m not condemning one or the other, but, I’d rather be alone than be surrounded by robots. And robots could never even see someone like me.