[Hank's learning a lot here. It's all stuff he doesn't want to learn, but he's learning it. Simon's reaction to his question first - that doesn't tell him what the fuck, but it does tell him how often the fuck, which is. Fine. Reassuring. He's learning something's up with the machinery here - what's meant to be machinery, and ends up looking fucked up, random, like junkyard art sculptures made up by some lunatic high as a kite and working on getting higher. Still doesn't tell him what the fuck, exactly, but he's starting to really value his ignorance here.
He's learning things about Simon, too. God, if this was something they could do with suspects Hank would - well, he'd hate it, but he'd use it. But here? With a friend, hearing things he'd never want anyone to know, if it were him? God.
Hank can't help but put the pieces he has together, though. Simon was a human. Some guy had Simon's brain on file. Now he's... what he is. Some guy without a mouth and a familiar, foreboding smell who talks about zombies like they're a real thing.
Hank swallows. He realizes he's looking at Simon like he can see more than what he actually can, if he looks hard enough. He swallows again, looks away, up at the ceiling where he just naturally assumes all random out of nowhere voices come from. Yeah. Topic change. He can go with that.]
Yeah. An AI. Shit, that was never going to go wrong or anything.
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He's learning things about Simon, too. God, if this was something they could do with suspects Hank would - well, he'd hate it, but he'd use it. But here? With a friend, hearing things he'd never want anyone to know, if it were him? God.
Hank can't help but put the pieces he has together, though. Simon was a human. Some guy had Simon's brain on file. Now he's... what he is. Some guy without a mouth and a familiar, foreboding smell who talks about zombies like they're a real thing.
Hank swallows. He realizes he's looking at Simon like he can see more than what he actually can, if he looks hard enough. He swallows again, looks away, up at the ceiling where he just naturally assumes all random out of nowhere voices come from. Yeah. Topic change. He can go with that.]
Yeah. An AI. Shit, that was never going to go wrong or anything.