"It's not like that. My personality is mine. It's all stored on something called a cortical stack that I have inside of me," Kovacs says, pointedly not saying where it was just in case someone ended up pissed at him and wanted to try and kill him permanently.

"When someone dies and their sleeve becomes available, they just slide that stack right into the empty body and turn you on. You're still you. Still have all your memories from your birthday."

Unless you were some fucking idiot like Dimi the Twin and fragged yourself so hard that you had memories of yourself and your fucknut of a brother.

"Only me inside of here," he says, tapping his head. "Lucky for everyone on this station."