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Sometimes I see the blurry face of a young girl, leftover from the corrupted data in my brain. Who was she?
That's my little brother right there! He may look like a tin can, but he's a big old softie at heart.
I created you to protect my daughter and my crew, and you did that and so, so much more.... I wish you didn't sacrifice yourself to do that. You are my son, forever and always, Mac.
Is this the man that created me initially? Was his reasoning for it as bad as Enstein's...?