[ It’s bewildering, looking at her, trying to see what makes her a robot — finding nothing, of course, and not solely because she’s clearly in a human body now — trying to reconcile it with the idea that she was, what? Built from scratch? Every existential crisis Simon has collected has hinges on the legitimacy of his existence, and in that, it was only a question of whether he was still human enough.

And now this. ]

I believe you. [ He says it as much to stop the runaway thought train as to provide an answer, brows pulled together in perturbation. ] Look, I’m not trying to bring up bad memories, I just— I never had to think about any of this until recently. What makes us human, or alive, and you- you’re...

[ he spreads his arms in front of him, indicating her whole entire everything. ]

New.