"As a matter of fact, yes." DiMA said, his demeanor improved a bit. "There are many people fighting back in their own way. The Railroad is an organization that helps escaped synths by smuggling them out of the Commonwealth. Me and two others lead a settlement where escaped synths can live in peace without hiding what they are, far from the Commonwealth. A friend of mine has a high position in the Institute and is working from the inside to better them. To name a few examples."

As awful as things were thanks to the Institute, it wasn't all bad. The Commonwealth wasn't defeated. DiMA truly believed that one day peace would be achieved. He just hoped the Institute wouldn't need to be wiped out for that day to come. He was perhaps alone in his strange attachment to their creators, but he sincerely hoped they could change for the better.

When Malcolm repeated how he felt about synths, DiMA was pleased. He was glad that his new acquaintance still believed in a synth's personhood.

"I'm glad you feel that way. Not everyone is as accepting of my kind as you are."