One more question, and it’s a bigger philosophical one. The show has been playing a lot with what it means to be real–your biology, your chemistry, your memories, a healthy fear of death and a need for self preservation.
But what if what makes you real…is simply believing that you are real? Can other people define your realness? Bernard was adamant “I’m not one of them” but when push comes to shove, he followed orders. But outside the influence of the Park Staff (say out in the wilds where Dolores is) can her realness become more “real” because there’s no one to tell her she’s not. William is clearly heading down the path of believing that Dolores is more real than his flesh and blood fiancee back home.
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