[ he manages to look very pleased with himself, but it's not long before it's his turn to scrunch his face up in displeasure. ]

Not military, no. But police, maybe. Eventually. [ he sighs. stupid future. ] Since it's technically proprietary technology of my company's, and I'm technically dead...

[ yeah. he doesn't think about it often-- or, rather, there are usually more pressing issues for him to distract himself with. ]

My brother apparently sells them out as drones at some point in the time line. The vulture.