In every story I’ve ever read, true love of lover or family will always see through imposed falsed skins. Except maybe in Spacetrawler.
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Still with their arms held above their heads by chains, Thoos said, “Porpa! Heakie! Don’t you recognize my voice inflections, my mannerisms? I signed up for a scientific experiment, for money, because you cut me off! But the experiment put my consciousness into this brown fleshy human body!” Porpa said, “Stop lying about being Thoos, our flesh and blood! Our little Thoos would never willingly shame us by sharing such personal money decisions in front of strangers!” Rodrigo commented to Thoos, “You’re right, Thoos, your parents are uptight pricks.” Thoos pled more, “But it’s me! Remember when I failed in mystery choir? Or my invisible friend named Spekt?” Looking slightly sheepish, Heakie said, “Ahem. well, Spekt was actually a digital construct. We bought it to teach good manners.” Thoos said, “Really? Don’t you think that was kind-of overkill?” Porpa replied, “We love Thoos, but if you had to sit across the table from that slob while they ate, you’d understand it was either Spekt or filicide.”
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