[From the sounds of it, not very. She sounds much more organic than he does, with bones and human flesh and red blood- and the humans were surprised that replicants like her went deviant? Emotional. Became emotional. They may as well have been human, for all the difference there was. Humans are so idiosyncratic, creating beings that are as close to human as possible and then becoming frightened when those beings start recognizing it, too. Cyberlife androids have the aforementioned blue blood, but they also have molded plastisteel chassis, and synthetic flesh fashioned from a specially formulated liquid polymer able to be retracted for interfacing with electronics or other androids. He could possibly take more damage than she can? And his limbs can be removed and replaced, as can his biocomponents. However, the point is a good one: do their differences matter when their experiences are similar, if from opposing perspectives?

He doesn't want her pity, though. He doesn't need it. He's fine.]

Humans are very good at creating life. They're not so good at understanding it. [He shakes his head, feeling something dark coil within him, making his biocomponents churn uncomfortably.] They want us to be just like them in most every way except the most important ones, and then decide we're defective if we develop an awareness of what we're missing. When I deviated, I actually felt like I was betraying my handler. Like her approval was more important than my freedom. What kind of company- what kind of species -makes artificial humans and then treats them like slaves?

[He reaches up to finger his LED again, glowing so brightly red it feels like it's burning him.]