"Alex. Alex Murphy. But the way I saw him last...," he shakes his head. The City had found a way to neurosuppress Alex. It wasn't personal, it wasn't about Dennett, but it felt like a slap in the face, a reminder of how he'd gone too far, taken too much away from him. "Well, we're trying to fix that, at least. He's...impressive. N-not just my work, but, you know, adaptation. Some people don't tolerate prosthetics well."