And they've come to no conclusion in those centuries. A question debated on for debate sake isn't worth my time.

[ keyword being 'my' -- people are welcome to waste their precious seconds alive on roundabout debates with no answers. noa will spend his kicking around a ball for self-interest, obscene amounts of money, and trophies to put in his closet. ]

If someone is only kept alive because of machines supporting their body, then that answers the question already. Most of what people attribute to a soul is really in their brain to begin with. [ his eyes wander away from kaiser, quickly chewing up a meal to be savored, to the glass of wine. it really does irritate him more than it should to have it sit nearly full. ] ...You're asking me a lot of questions without giving your own thoughts. Are you trying to figure something out about me?

[ it's the only thing he can reason, because kaiser is so strangely curious about him today. "you miss me after all, don't you?" -- he would say it but he knows kaiser would just scrunch up like he ate rotten fish left out in the sun. ]