[In response, A2 pulls her knees up to her chest, resting her head against them. His persistent optimism in the face of her clear irritation and pessimism reminds her of that machine, Pascal, and those machine children, and she isn't sure if it's fondness she's feeling or not, which makes her uncomfortable to consider.]
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Yeah. [...] I guess.
[A longer pause.]
You're a machine, right?