[Well. Here's the issue with Connor, and he even told Hank something similar (though the man doesn't remember): he is whatever others make him out to be. A machine, an individual, or just a tool to be used, in order to achieve a purpose. He has no agency over his own identity, or so he believes.
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Thanks, CyberLife. Thanks, Amanda.]
How do you prefer to think of me?
[He says it with a faint smile.]