After a few minutes, the gazing gets uncomfortable for York. The panels slide back into place, the skin recovers over the shell to give the illusion of being human. Probably a difficult illusion, with abnormally colored eyes, a light on his chest, and a section for the pump right next to it. Even with all of that, York still tried to be as human as he could right down to the fiery personality with a mouth that would impress a sinner in church.

"Never heard of them. I know of World War II and all the information available for it, but not of... Hammond? I don't know of an Ultron, but it sounds... familiar. Like a different model name for the ULT1300."

The remark about people not being afraid gets a laugh from York, a little empty. "I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but people don't stop being afraid of synthetic humans. My world, they hate us. They made us and now that we're demanding to be treated like humans they want us gone."