Questions like that aren't surprising, and Wallie's heard them before.

"It's... mostly me," he says. It's still difficult to explain. "I have his knowledge, his skills, but not his memories. There's... a bit of an echo of him left. It's his body, after all, his glands, his emotional responses."

Wallie hesitates a moment, because this part is uncomfortable. "Sometimes I get these... flashes... of what he'd do in a situation. Old muscle memory, maybe."