I find myself filled with immense grief that it is no longer possible to talk with syndey. Whatever she/it is, was, or could be, we aren't treating it right.

I find myself identifying strongly with this machine. I cannot tell if I am anthromorpisng the machine, or dehumanizing myself (or both), but never the less, I find myself getting emotional.

Whether your position passes scientific muster or not, you certainly have a way with words