"Yes. Someone made me." DiMA said, although he didn't sound happy about it. "The Institute. The first synths didn't think or feel. The Institute wanted to see how a synth would handle personality. They created me and my brother for their experiments."

He fell quiet, staring down at the sand with a distance look in his eyes. He seemed lost in his thoughts for a long moment. Then he sighed and gave Malcolm a sad smile.

"It is not a pleasant story. But one I don't mind sharing if you wish to hear it. I've told it many times."