"Your implant," Daryl says, done dry as the desert. Of course he's got an 'implant'. He's some kinda astronaut from an inexplicable future where people aren't living in the ruins of a long-dead suburban hellscape. No, his people found the stars.

Daryl should feel envious, but he's not. For starters, 'implant glitches' don't sound like a lucky break.

"Wanna tell me what that means?"