The way that Engel responded to Seven’s brash, programmed responses was undeniably human. It was strange to say the least. In some ways it made Seven even more intimidated by the machine. He perked an eyebrow, the pistol hanging loosely from his hands. So if I mess with his coding, he is programmed to react? He wondered just how much of Engel’s program was self-learned. If Kastos had managed to program this level of intelligence, he had to wonder what she was trying to attain and how much she’d already accomplished. ”Sounds like a deal. Give me the code. And I’ll fix your jacked shoulder.” He shrugged, placing the pistol on a metal dissection table. ”Would you let me try this code, make sure it works?” He grinned. Though his intentions were initially sparked from fear, he now began to question if he could mess around Engel’s mainframe while he was shut down.