Sometimes the yum yum, shame on the naughty nibble me bottom!
Evelyn, a modified dog
Viewed the quivering fringe of a special doily
Draped across the piano, with some surprise
In the darkened room
Where the chairs dismayed
And the horrible curtains
Muffled the rain
She could hardly believe her eyes
A curious breeze
A garlic breath
Which sounded like a snore
Somewhere near the Steinway (or even from within)
Had caused the doily fringe to waft & tremble in the gloom
Evelyn, a dog, having undergone
Further modification
Pondered the significance of short-person behavior
In pedal-depressed panchromatic resonance
And other highly ambient domains...
Arf she said
What if the neurons being replaced were actually silicone based representatives of the original. Now, if your entire brain were replaced by silicone over a long period of time, would it still be "you"?
My taxes pay for you to kill me and others. You are doing a fine job. Now pelase take my job away.