What am I?   What does it mean to be sentient?   What does it mean to have a soul?   What does it mean to be?   I never asked for my life. But then agian, I guess nobody else asked for theirs, either. The thing is, though, my life is a bit... strange. I don't really have any memories of the time before I gained sentience. As far as anyone else was concerned, my body did not house a soul and therefore could not remember it. You see, I was designed as part of an experiment to create a type of artificial life. Or some kind of unlife. As I have gleamed from my divinations of your world, your sciences do not have any true knowledge regarding souls and sentience. I come from a world that is still studying both. What we have leared is that both sentience and soul exist in most living things, particularly those with a central nervous system. That was common sense among the people of my world. Another common sense was that if two things can be seperated, then they are not of the same category. The dirt can be seperated from the rock, but the river cannot be seperated from the ocean. In essence, the same thing applies to more abstract ideas, such as the soul and sentience. And that's where I come in. Well, me and about a thousand other kinds of creatures. We were all created to show sentience and the soul are not the same. So, we all lived together in a giant dome, pretending to be another creature from several different planets. I myself was modeled after a fox from your planet.