York startles slightly when he's touched -- the man came up on his bad side and he doesn't have D to warn him of those things. It's embarrassing, but he drops his hands and does his best to answer in a way that'll make sense to someone that might be unfamiliar. He sounds a little shaky.

"He's my AI. Artificial intelligence -- a computer program that shares my brain." He turns his head a little and gestures to the back of his head where the implant shines. "I've had him for years."