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“Cyborg is what I and my people call your race.”
“My race? You mean the human race?”
“Yes, precisely. The human race.”
Kanan took in a long breath and coughed at the dryness in her throat. “Why don’t you just call us human?”
“Because,”said Tiqvah, turning away, “human is what we call ourselves.”
“We can’t both be human.”
“No. It seems not.”