[Good that she doesn't prod at it; this whole world has been nothing but various ways of trying to shatter through the walls of comfortability that Connor's stubbornly tossed up for himself. Full of cracks and holes and other badly-placed weaknesses that would require very little effort to make it all come apart. Her choice to avoid pressing at it is a kindness to him, perhaps more than she realizes.

Not that her response is purely... satisfactory. But it leaves room for him to avoid arguing the point, room to leave it be and attend to the other question.]

CyberLife. A large corporation focused on the design and manufacturing of various models of androids.

[There was no single person who created him; he was a project, a group effort, many hands and minds applied to his very existence.]

No one in the Circle I've met knows of it, however.