Connor hasn't seen any of the worst kinds of arrivals - mostly he's met new people at the NAPs and that's about it. He's mostly seen the iterations tase people during road rage incidents or disputes. It doesn't take that much to bring them running - sometimes Connor or another cop can clear everybody out before the arrive, but not always. And most citizens? They're fine with living under this. It's a fact of life along with traffic jams and too-expensive coffee.

"I don't bitch," he protests. Pause. "...about being an android. It's what I am - I like what I am."

It was an automatic response, but now he's said it, he knows it's true. He does like what he is - he doesn't want to be something else or be seen as something else, just to be respected and valued for what he is. For the first time, that's starting to happen.

"'One of those guys'?" he asks, catching that wording. "You have synthetics where you're from?"

'Synthetics' and 'organics' being the words he's had to adopt - 'android' and 'human' don't work here so well.