This is definitely the closest he's come to seeing problems, and it's surprising - he wouldn't blame any of the people brought here for panicking. Maybe if he were human, he'd have panicked himself.

Connor lets out a breath that's close to a huff of laughter. "You'd be surprised. We were never supposed to be people, we just evolved on our own. You have to go through at least a little existential angst when that happens."

Or a lot of it. And he's made of mostly polymers, not metal, but he's going to take an educated guess and say she doesn't care about that nuance.

His timer reaches zero. There could already be iterations back where they started out, but no one's paying any attention to them here. They could still find the three of them, but he's not

"You sort of lived with them - like roommates, or..." Or were they owned, the way androids used to be.