I have my suspicions as to how you're here. [They're mere suspicions, though. That much is clear.] I'll say this: the collective effort I referred to had nothing to do with "bringing" you here. As for the rest—I'm no more fond of the neural implant than you are. It taints our bodies. [A huff. He brushes his fingers along the back of his neck. A long forgotten scar.] But for now, I don't think that's a point of suspicion and invasion. I wish I could say differently for you.