Mariko has the good grace not to laugh at his sour face, though she takes her own drink to make sure. Philosophy is easier for things like this and mulling answers over as he keeps posing questions.

"I don't think they're trying to quantify us. I think they're trying to synchronize the beat. It would explain why we only get the memories in pieces. The other option is just dumping it on us and that has good odds of literally killing us."

The idea of that much information at once is terrifying and she doesn't speak for a long moment. The kid, the one they thought was the Laughing Man. He mentioned cyberization and cyber-brain sclerosis. Intimately; he was the poster boy for the first, he claimed and the second...seemed to be a diagnosis.

"...That kid. He mentioned being cyberized. Talked to me about noticing that I hadn't swapped out for a new prosthetic."

At that she turned her left hand, palm up and very slowly opened her fingers. Normal. But not forever. If she squints she can almost see the seam in her forearm.

"Neither of us seem phased, but the Other Togusa... He always seemed a little sensitive about being all natural."