It takes a minute more than it really should have to come to the conclusion he needs to. York didn't transform. He was a byproduct. What had morphed, changed as he had changed, was that node on the back of his neck, the source of...

His AI.

York wasn't the monster here. So there was no point in discussing it with him. Brow furrowing, Locus lowered his gaze to the AI before closing his fingers around it securely. Looks like I have more in common with a machine, after all. You were wrong, Washington.

Silently, he drifts out of the room again, Delta's chip still in hand.