But as he kicked the thrusters into gear, drifting away from the disabled Collector ship, he felt something in his chest that the machine hadn't put there. It wasn't bought. It wasn't synthesized.
"Unlicensed emotion is theft of service. Stand down for a compliance audit."
"Kill the feed," Elias whispered. He reached out, his trembling fingers brushing the cold metal of the port at the base of his skull.