[Existential AI problems get kind of complicated when your whole canon might just apply in one way or another. So... it's a little of column a, a little of column b. There's a little flicker in the light of the Transistor as he hums an I see, while she explains it. But silence on the matter, otherwise. (He's considered some of the possibilities. That maybe he died for good, back there. That all that's left of him is just some echo of overactive trace data pretending at being the person he used to be. But—where do you draw the line? Is there really a difference, anymore?)]

Yeah, I'm—I'm good. [Much as he hates to admit it, this is pretty much status quo, these days. Not the other way around.] I know what it looks like, but...this is me, for now. Just got to wait it out.

[As if on cue, another crack of thunder breaks through in the howling wind.]

...not like we've got much choice.

[Not in this weather.]

Wish I could be better company. Might as well get comfortable. [A beat. Then, gamely self-effacing—] Those of us who can.