[Dirk touches his glasses. The AR isn't there anymore. They're just normal computer shades. But they were where he lived for so long, the way they interfaced. For three years, they were him.]

I don't know. I guess there were a lot of reasons. I felt overwhelmed by everything I was trying to accomplish, and I wanted help. I had some kind of Heart player instinct to splinter off, maybe. I wanted to see what I was capable of, and what I'd be capable of if I were as rational as code. Or maybe I was just lonely.

I don't know.