'Um. Hello. I think I'm using this properly? My name's Walt, I'm ten years old...Um, I found something in the floor. Like a hole, a kind of window into…I don't really know. Tomorrow, I think?

'I open them up and real things fall out,' he says, 'And it hurts me like it hurts them. I don't want to see the real things any more.' -Cole struggles to come to terms with his new humanity, and Blackwall offers him with a solution. A re-spec theory.

Somewhere deep in Gotham's nightmares, a frightened little boy plays with a chemistry set, begging to be free.

I know the song these lonely creatures sing. -[An account from a deckhand on a whaling trawler, discovered in his locker following a shipboard incident.]

People used to ask: Why build a giant robot? These days they ask: Why build a tiny human?