Dr. Schreber: I call them the Strangers. They abducted us and brought us here. This city, everyone in it… is their experiment. They mix and match our memories as they see fit, trying to divine what makes us unique. One day, a man might be an inspector. The next, someone entirely different. When they want to study a murderer, for instance, they simply imprint one of their citizens with a new personality. Arrange a family for him, friends, an entire history… even a lost wallet. Then they observe the results. Will a man, given the history of a killer, continue in that vein? Or are we, in fact, more than the sum of our memories?
Mr. Hand: But I wanted to know what it was like… how you feel.
John Murdoch : You know how I was supposed to feel. That person isn’t me… never was. You wanted to know what it was about us that made us human. Well, you’re not going to find it…
[Murdoch points at his head]
John Murdoch : …in here. You were looking in the wrong place.
Dr. Schreber: I call them the Strangers. They abducted us and brought us here. This city, everyone in it… is their experiment. They mix and match our memories as they see fit, trying to divine what makes us unique. One day, a man might be an inspector. The next, someone entirely different. When they want to study a murderer, for instance, they simply imprint one of their citizens with a new personality. Arrange a family for him, friends, an entire history… even a lost wallet. Then they observe the results. Will a man, given the history of a killer, continue in that vein? Or are we, in fact, more than the sum of our memories?
Mr. Hand: But I wanted to know what it was like… how you feel.
John Murdoch : You know how I was supposed to feel. That person isn’t me… never was. You wanted to know what it was about us that made us human. Well, you’re not going to find it…
[Murdoch points at his head]
John Murdoch : …in here. You were looking in the wrong place.