They look fine on the outside, but inside they're all wrong. I can't remember when I first realised it, seems like I've always known that everyone else was a construct. They're all very convincing, very good at pretending to be real, but once you've caught a glimpse of it, you never forget it, start seeing it all over.

It's like a nothingness in the eyes, like you can see right through to the back, with no person in between.

I hated their eyes on me, felt as if they were ripping into me, taking parts of me away, making me more like them. I hid inside, only communicating with them when I had to through the phone or internet. But soon I could feel their eyes on me even when they weren't there, as if they were burning through the monitor somehow, travelling in binary. Eye open. Eye closed.

(Text taken from transcript of an interview with Test Subject 010 from Ana's time in residence at the Berners-Lee Research Facility)