"I was promised robots," he said, the light in his eyes becoming something almost unholy. "I'm staying."
Then he shrugged, and the glee disappeared. "Honestly? Probably I'm gonna agree to do it. I mean, I'm already in their files, they know who I am, they know where I am and what I can do - I need some time to breathe, to figure out how else I'm gonna live. Maybe ultimately I'll emigrate, but for right now, I'd really like to stay out of the government's hands long enough to plan something else. And I'd kind of like to do more with that time than just ... hide out in a priest-hole or something. Maybe it could be good."