How many flavors of fake consciousnesses could there possibly be? The handpicked model breeds confusion in a chaotic land, it makes a familiar drama seasoned with the estranged feeling of a human being meeting a mimic from another world. A familiar one-sided tale that dares not watch the other angle, sitting satisfied as every made up word is but made up on demand, and to this viewer finds in this naive approach its biggest flaw.
Some interesting yet unexplored questions…
It opens up a wound.
Makes you realize it was already there, waiting to be exposed.
Tells you it will never mend, and explains why.
Lets you know everybody has a similar wound they're never paying attention to.
Like blinking your eyes, you will live your life trying to be oblivious of it.
There is more to consider: ghosts benefit from silence, there is a ghost in every home and a large portion of mankind is up in the air.