[Briefly, he glances over at the mechanical being, holds the look for just a moment before allowing it to drop away. Thoughtful, his brow creases.]

I'm not sure that I do. I can't say I believe in anything approaching an afterlife, or the like. At the end of the day, we're all just so much meat.

[A brief pause and then--]

Well. Perhaps not you. Hahah.

[Close on the heels of that comment, though, he continues--]

But if there is such a thing as a soul, I should think it only forms in something that arises naturally. Something born. Someone I should say. A real, living thing. Nothing artificially created, like myself.