"That's not uncommon as it is," he says, leaning his elbows on his knees. "I live in a place called Diamond City, a refuge built out of an old baseball stadium. The people there know me, know what I am. Know they can trust me. I've been around for as long as most of them have been alive.

"Occasionally, we get another synth in town, one pretending to be someone you know. Taking their place, as I mentioned before. The moment security suspects them of being a machine, they get put down, sometimes right in front of everyone. It's a harrowing reminder that I've got it good, and of the risks I take every time I leave town for a case."