It's a strange sensation- to have thoughts, yet no emotions to match them. The Apple could only think simple statements, such as "I am an Apple." Or "I am not an banana." For it couldn't quite muster the existence of opinions. It couldn't speak, move, see....it practically couldn't do anything. It wasn't even alive. There isn't anything to it. It was brain dead, yet not so all the same, for you must actually have a brain to be brain dead.
It wasn't exactly a bright red Apple, or a green one- it was sort of in between, with a mixture of yellow and pink, a fair balance for a piece of fruit.
It was just an Apple.
