"Well, Mr. Reyes, to some extent I should be more impressed with you. It's not everyone that goes rogue after making a precarious deal with an AI to collect some scraps."

There's a vague motion toward the neural implants on the cart.

"This implant here is the newest UNA model, all the bells and whistles—no expense spared, of course. Now, as a gift, I'd like to give you both. The original that you arrived with, and the sparkling new UNA one. It'll offer you more freedom and flexibility, a lot more horsepower."

There's another wave to the door.

"Without any implant at all—why, you won't even be able to leave these walls. Not that I would mind the company."