Schwarz grins, batting his eyes at Harold. He'll for something easy, he thinks. "Say, Harold, why do you like me so much? Or perhaps you can tell me, why am I always drawn to you, when you're not even my protagonist?"
“You don’t remember a damn thing. You don’t even remember sitting in my office as I checked your vitals. The only reason you’re here is because you were strapped for cash and you were lead to believe that a few weeks of testing would get you easy money. I knew this and I still let you think you were going to see your family again. We didn’t even have to decency to call you by your own name. I hated calling you Stanley---like you were just some, some nobody who didn’t deserve to be called by his actual title.
“And He mangled you. Chad woke up day and he found everything flatlined. You were essentially brain dead and he knew deep down that Alvin found a way to do it. You’re a patchwork of code doing a job you weren’t even made for. The back-up AI wasn’t even supposed to be sentient, but Alvin somehow found a way to make that happen too.
“And do you know what the worst part is? I don’t remember your real first name.”