I'm not... ( she takes a napkin and carefully cleans cake off of her fingers. ) I don't know. I built it myself—it might not be so far-fetched to say that it's just an extension of me.

( like an e.g.o., or something. she hadn't really considered it before. but for it to be her telling her how to find her book, what she had to do... maybe it's closer to one than she thinks. )

So perhaps not. ( yet not a possibility that can be discarded without proof...? ) You'd have to meet me in the future and come back to let me know.