[It's easier to deal with memories from home when the explanation is delivered in a mechanical way. It's a little harder for him to escape the rhetoric that comes with explaining who he is, what he is, especially in relation to something as human as morality.

He should be removed from what he's witnessed. He should only care about a successful mission, a successful end to the deviant uprising, finding them, hunting them down and returning them to CyberLife. His directives are clear, straightforward. They're the walls on all four sides, declaring that he can move around freely in the space provided to him -- but only in the space provided to him. Thought of whether what he's doing is right or wrong shouldn't matter. Doesn't matter.

Errors at the back of his mind dancing, cajoling, laughing. Self-diagnostic testing and results always coming back less than satisfactory.

No, he's getting distracted again.]

I do. They're the backbone of a current on-going investigation into the growing appearance of deviants. Androids that no longer adhere to their core programming and base objectives. I obviously haven't been able to further this investigation while I'm here, but it's difficult to not reflect on it during our considerable downtime.