Your kind. ( he repeats it soft, contemplative. as if that's as telling as the rest of the words that come out of markus' mouth. but jason gets it. gets what he means. there isn't a huge android population where he comes from, bu he knows how different classes work. how human beings react to things that are different than them--even if it's just going from middle class to the poverty line. )

Well, you are a lot smarter than the average roomba. ( jason snorts, laughs it off. ) I imagine a lot of people who came along with us don't give a shit what you are, 's long as you're not a total dick. Well, except for Ojiro. Dude has a real problem with gods, regardless on where they're at here.

( another drink, before he sets his empty glass down on the bar. )

Not planning on starting a revolution any time soon, are you? 'cause I'd be down.