York didn't know much difference, though he knew humans really liked pleasure. If they didn't, places like The Eden Club with specialty androids wouldn't exist. Some of those androids had managed to deviate and escape to Jericho. He remembers one or two of them. North was one of them.

Eyes dart up to Tony's at the quick answer. Kind of suspicious. If he had been a fleshbag himself, York might not have caught it. Tony takes his beat to get back to a normal rhythm, which allows for the small android to debate on calling him out on the bluff or not.


"Reprogramming," he parrots with an edge to his voice. A couple of months ago that word wouldn't have the weight it does now to York, who's seen what reprogramming by humans looks like. A camp with high fences and barbed wiring. Humans with guns. A container to wipe and delete everything from androids to be thrown away like rubbish. "Have you tried talking to them? I presume yes, since you're in here trying to guesstimate how much of this shit you need - excuse me, how much you can use before your heart shuts down." He had to reun the last couple of moments back in his head to get exactly what Tony said.