"Sure I have." Wait- no. No he hasn't. "It's in the blood. The. Code."

He shouldn't have blood, he's all code. Right? Right. But there's this odd twist of wistfulness, an ache for deep fried oreos that blindides him enough to stutter out for half a second before blipping back where he should be. Supporting his dude.

His number one guy. "Fuck yeah you're awesome. WE are awesome, and we're gonna climb that leaderboard."