Viktor stayed serious and York's face stayed dark. "I've already had my creator fucking experiment with my physical shell, and then lost it so I'm stuck in this. Now you want me to open my mind, my most vulnerable part, for people to toy around in? Fuck that. I've heard of what happens to androids that do that."

They went to some man just in the suburbs or something of Detroit, and a lot of the androids that went in, came back out a blank slate, or experimented worse on. Worse than York had been from what he had heard from others in Jericho.

"Would you want to risk your whole entire self by letting someone crack open your brain to get a better look? Maybe my brother, the one from the memory, but not these fuckers in this city."