The arrival here, the very existence of this place, should have been impossible, or so he tried to tell himself at first, even as the Head had explained everything to him. There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Maybe Shakespeare had a point. He wasn't consumed by disbelief, the ground, the dormitories, all of it was real and undeniable, and he wasn't overwhelmed by all the new and heretofore unheard of alien species, but he was suspicious. The odds an infection were to require such lengths to combat were desperately low, and any A.I. trusted with such a task would have gone about different means.

He's spent some time combing back through the network available and meeting network redundancy after network redundancy, but gleaning enough information to know at least one other android from his world was here, and that was enough to get him to attend the NAPs event without any sort of urging. He can't help likening the event to speed dating once he's there, and he takes a seat with a handy note card full of suggested questions, but also a few sheets of paper and some assorted crayons. Whenever someone has a seat, the man with the heterochromatic eyes is sketching a skyline deftly with a black crayon that may be recognizable to certain people.

He looks up when someone takes a seat, smiling pleasantly and setting down the crayon long enough to reach across the small table and offer his hand for a shake. "I'm Markus. Is this your first networking event?"

It's better to play naive when an unknown A.I. might be watching, isn't it?