I awoke with the sun's rays piercing my eyes. The sound of water splashing from the adjacent room made it clear that Rebecca was in the bath. Last night had been quite... unexpected. Truth be told, I felt no moral or conscientious guilt about being with her. She wasn't my stepsister, she was Leonardo's. And we both wanted it.
But now, as I think about it, if I'm living in Leonardo's body, am I Leonardo now? What is the self, really? Is it our living organism, the body, or does the soul truly exist?
If I uploaded all my memories into another person, would that person become me, or would they transform into someone entirely different?
I suppose I'm thinking too much for someone who's just slept with his stepsister...
Stretching every bone in my body, I rose from the bed. I'd always wondered how other men started conversations with a woman they'd unexpectedly been intimate with.
