Specimen for the Resurrection

From the introduction:

You and I live the same lives. I know this because I am the specimen against which you will be measured. I work a microprocess with no awareness of the ultimate end product. Your work isn’t truly different. I go to the funerals. I struggle to make my antiviral payments. I hope to find moments of love.

Perhaps I’m weaker in emotional restraint. That’s what they told me. I express power more cruelly. I sin with more intensity. I hope more desperately. I’m not sure. I haven’t noticed this to be true. What I do know is that my life, and yours, are the universal human condition. If it weren’t for surviving the impossible injuries and suicides I’d doubt my inhumanity.