Me

In ME technophobia (or perhaps more accurately, "cyborg-phobia") reaches its zenith with the design of the Reapers' techno-zombies, as they are mutated, abject monstrosities that exist to be fought and killed by the player. Humans who are infected by the Reapers mutate into "Husks," which look like zombies covered with visible blue cybernetic parts.

The little M.E.’s man nodded, picked his bag off the deck and went back up the steps to the pier.

Can you hear me?

He gave me this.

Shew me a token foꝛ good, that they which hate me may ſee it, and bee aſhamed: becauſe thou, Lord, haſt holpen me, and comfoꝛted me.

And I awoke, and found me here.

When I get to college, I'm gonna get me a white Nissan Sentra.

Come with me.

Who's there? —Me. (or:) It's only me.

Who did this? —Me. I did it. (or:) It was me. I did it.)

Who said that? —(It was) not me.

It's either me or Jeremy Corbyn.

Me and my friends played a game.

[It was] literally all me and my astrophysicist colleagues could talk about.

Stella and me have opted to take a course called ‘Autobiography and Fiction’.

An employee was recently discussing her weekend on our Monday Zoom call (we go around the Zoom and share what we did over the weekend). She said, “Me and her went to the movies on Saturday night." I couldn’t contain it. I immediately responded with “X and I went to the movies on Saturday night, me and her never do anything, me can’t.”

One of them, whose sobriquet was Big-headed Blackboy, was stretched out before the fire, and no answer could be obtained from him, but a drawling repetition, in grunts of displeasure, of "Bel (not) me want to go.

Well he said me mustn’t eat ’nanas cause ’nanas would make me sick.

Whoa! That was about the coolest thing ever! Me gotta see that again.

“I should stick to Tarzan,” he [Johnny Weissmuller] explains. “You see, I’m no actor. Well, I didn’t have to act in ‘Tarzan, the Ape Man’—just said, ‘Me Tarzan, you Jane.’ I'll never be able to act.”

May opened the door, and a huge Indian walked into the room. “Me Bear Tracks,” he said. “Me hungry.”

“Quite easily. Here you are taking care of a poor little boy with one arm, and there you are sinking a ship with the other. It can’t be like you.” “Ah, but which is me? I can’t be two mes, you know.” “No. Nobody can be two mes.” “Well, which me is me?” “Now I must think. There looks to be two.” “Yes. That’s the very point—You can’t be knowing the thing you don’t know, can you?” “No.” “Which me do you know?” “The kindest, goodest, best me in the world,” answered Diamond, clinging to North Wind. […] “Do you know the other me as well?” “No. I can’t. I shouldn’t like to.” “There it is. You don’t know the other me. You are sure of one of them?” “Yes.” “And you are sure there can’t be two mes?” “Yes.” “Then the me you don’t know must be the same as the me you do know—else there would be two mes?” “Yes.” “Then the other me you don’t know must be as kind as the me you do know?”

The question seems unanswerable, because if those same atoms were to be collected as they leave my body as waste in the normal process of metabolism, and in a year when my body contained all new atoms, those old atoms which were me a year ago were reformed into an exact replica of me down to the last thought and cell, would there be two mes?

“In these last few days I keep feeling that I’m changing, changing into something I don’t quite recognize myself.” / “You’ve become more like yourself.” / “Could there be two mes?” / “Perhaps more than two.” / “It gets worse and worse. So which me do you actually love ?” / “All of them.” / “You’re being slippery.” Her lips curled slyly. “In fact you only love the me in your mind’s eye, and that me doesn’t exist, right?” / “No, that’s the combination of all the yous.” / She laughed. “It’s just as complicated as a mathematical calculation, if you end up with the three-headed, six-armed me, could you stand that?”

There don't seem much to say just now. / (Yer what? Then don't, yer ruddy cow! / And give us back me cigarette!)

I want me money back!

Get off me cheese! Get off! Get off!

"What have I ever done to prove me worth, or where I could at least say as I'd made a difference?"