He truly hated these thoughts that emerged unexpectedly, for they continually negated his current identity and little by little detached him from the relationships that surrounded him.
Once he let this situation continue, he would feel repelled by all irrational yet correct behavior around him—affection, friendship, and all societal warmth—viewing them as foolish wastes of time. He would become cold-hearted, like those large, brightly shining processors in the school's computer room.
Eventually... he would become just like his mother.
He would detest himself just as his mother detested herself.
Suddenly, he felt he understood why his mother took him to see a psychologist over and over when he was little—it was because she had recognized that her son had inherited the same illness as hers.
