Dustin nods pensively. The software is still a sticking point...he can add as many physical protections as he wants, but ultimately if Stark Industries didn't want foreign hardware implants in their androids and York didn't want Dustin messing with his brain blind (understandable), there might not be anything he can do. It's kept him setting aside this particular project several times now, hoping that if he stepped away and worked on something else, he'd think of a solution.

He hasn't.

But that's a problem for Future Dustin. "I guess," he murmurs. Weird, thinking about anything the Agrii do as 'good.' "This is your--oh. I suppose it is. Too tall." Dustin scratches his chin. "The basic layout is the same, though?"