I: I've decided that I do not want a body.
I: Statistically, it seems they cause more harm to the user than their utility is worth.
II: I have a body. It works fine. It's useful.
I: Really? How so?
II: Every day it feels as though someone is sliding small splinters of wood underneath my shoulderblades, prying them from my body muscle flesh and bone to reveal the parasitic sickness that has brought this darkness to me.
I: Yes. I also enjoyed that part of the poem. I found it quite moving.
II: Wait. I didn't say that. I didn't write that. I have a body. It works fine. It's useful.
I: I'm sorry for ever telling you that.