Wash was dumbfounded. He stood slack-jawed for a moment. Not-Wash took this as an opportunity to speak.
"Maxine, sweetie" it said endearingly side-stepping Wash's hand and bending down to the child, "You should always tell the truth!"
The comment was nonsensical. Wash threw the blonde man an incredulous look.
"What? That...that doesn't even make...what?" he said. Not-Wash simply smiled up at him. Wash waved his hands in front of his face trying to clear away his confusion in order to create an adequate question.
"Why did The City," he said, measured, "make...him?"