"Yeah, if it's the park that I'm thinking of, it might come with a story. So remind me."

There was one in the city, during a celebration in his first fucking weeks there that something had happened. A cry for a revolution. A demand for people to "wake-up". A painfully familiar message.

Only this came with a bunch of innocent people taking shrapnel and those revolutionary cries immediately being silenced by totalitarian robots, the sort of dispassionate thoughtless robots that everyone feared and hated androids might become.

So it's quite a story, and not one he'll tell when he's suspecting they're being heard.

Though as he says it, he pokes Connor lightly in the stomach. And he can't tell whether it's because he's plastic under a few layers or if he's just fuckin' fit but jesus god, even at his most fit Hank didn't have a stomach that firm. Fucking hell. "I'll see you there."