"Hmm, yes, you've mentioned. By the standards they teach at my university, you'd be considered a very advanced android. The distinction is fairly arbitrary, I suppose. You're as human as you choose to be. I've met plenty of people born as well as I, that I would not consider human for a single moment. You're not one of them. You're as human as anyone that's ever tossed me out of a pub for causing too much fuss," he hums, squinting at Security in thought.

"I'd be very interested to pick your positronics, someday. Really sit down and needle you into a mental breakdown until you learn to like it. That aside, the fact that you were enslaved and forced into a constant state of amnesia..." He trails off, clucking his tongue softly.

"Bad form, that. Sorry that was the way of things for you. I'm no saint, but even I think that's pretty reprehensible. It's genuinely lovely that isn't the case now. I'm rather enjoying our little chat."