Not on our own power, anyway.

[Because they can be erased or altered. Can't they? Unlike those living robots around them.]

[This is oddly comfortable. And familiar -- just leaning against someone. He doesn't protest. Or pull away. He stays where he is, enjoying it.]

No. I didn't think any of you would have.

[But he doesn't sound angry -- not anymore. It's just a fact, one of the few he's actually accepted.]

[He blinks, at the touch, turning his head to look at the other.]

Live. Mostly. I... didn't think much beyond that. I wanted to survive. To fly in the sky. See New Years fireworks...

Feel rain, wind. It sounds foolish, but. I saw it a few times... and I always wondered.