"Oh...well-maybe they should say it more often-by the way, I don't mind you hanging around here, but I do really need to reattach this foot-"
"Oh-yeah no that's ok-I don't really loveee people looking at my parts-let alone messing with them-I guess it's unsurprising that you know a lot, given the draft and all-"
Cyborgs had been getting drafted into research for finding a cure to the letumosis virus for years now-just another way in which they were second class-afterall, they'd already had a second chance at life-and wasn't it better to test on a cyborg than a human?