[While Simon lacks the subtlety of completely human features, the more obvious telegraphing is there. A glance, and Connor knows that his answer, maybe his own demeanor, is being scrutinized as a result.

It seems to be a growing trend lately. That talk of home seems to plant a small seed of doubt in whomever he’s speaking with — is it a problem on his end? Is he not explaining clearly enough? Is he giving them reason to doubt?

His LED spins twice as he pushes the thought aside and down for now.]

If they’re caught, they’re returned to CyberLife for diagnosis and eventual disassembly, in hopes of finding the root cause of their deviancy.

[Even prison is too generous for something that’s viewed as an object rather than a person.]

There’s one here now, you know. From my world. A deviant.