[He doesn't do it on purpose, he swears. He doesn't seem to move an inch on the video screen, the only indication that this isn't a recording being the smoke that seems to pool out from around his mask gets heavier when the man speaks.]

Hah. Wrong on at least one count. My existence? Probably a drop in the bucket compared to the amount of people this could have been done to. Desperation to keep me alive? No. More like desperation to push science beyond it's boundaries on a twisted wish to prove humanity can still evolve.

[God, he can hear Moira's mad rantings, even now.]

Might be different on your planet, then. Since I've come here, I've met dozens of people who wouldn't exist back on mine. Other than Omnics, sentient life is pretty much one flavour. You don't get things like me without making a whole lot of mistakes.