Safe?

All I have to do is lower this thing into the water--can't be that hard, a lever somewhere, a red button--and then quietly idle away. When I get to land, I'll just head south, someplace warm like they do in the movies when they escape. I'll hunker down in some Mexican bar on the border or out on the Pampas in Argentina, a man who remembers what the world was like before and perhaps after many years, has drunk enough to think that Sarra has forgiven him. Isn't that what the machine teaches us? That as horrible as it may seem, the human mind can start over from scratch.

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