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Samuel

 * "You're alive," he said to the android, deeply.
 * The man was amused at the android's vocabulary. "'Honor', Cunning? I've certainly never been called that.'" replied the man, as a large meow filled the room. The man's awareness of Chris' series classification filled the android with bewilderment and curiosity. "Welcome, my friend, to the long-forgotten android services of the Masquerade Hospital. I salvaged your body and brought you here, to be rebuilt."
 * "Well, I suppose you are in a hurry." The man walked over to the android, undoing his restraints and allowing him to stand. As Chris began to stumble, the man grinned cockily. "Tell me, Cunning. Savannah, Melissa, Atticus, Marshall — they're good people, aren't they?"
 * The man smiled even further. "That is not important. What is important though, is you getting to them as soon as possible. But before you do —" He quickly walked over to his desk. At once, the cat jumped off of his arm and began rubbing its fur against a small, black backpack. The man gently picked it up and presented the bag to Chris. "You might need these for your future journey. Wouldn't want you to be attacked by some unknown rogue assassin again, hmm?"
 * The man looked closely at the android. "About time you asked this, eh Cunning? Samuel. Samuel Brownlee. Based on the stuff you'll find in that bag, I trust this won't be the last time we see each other."