[One corner of his mind spirals off into a different line of mathematical number-crunching. Almost a decade further ahead. Diana had mentioned a baby--Matthew's child. That child would be a full grown adult by then.

What miracles will Matthew's son or daughter lay eyes on in the age of science? Could he be looking at one of them? The culmination of not just mining the natural world of its secrets, but overcoming it? Rewriting and replicating it? In his time and place, the world is captivated by what clever artificers can make of machines. Like with alchemy, nearly half a millennia of cleverness must have only grown what was once a seed of a dream.]

What you are is far more interesting. [That is to say, how the fellow distinguishes him as other isn't half so interesting as why Kit hadn't in the reverse.] The way we would use "android" is as a simulacrum, that much follows. But to that which is not living. Automatons.

[It's not phrased as a question, but it is one all the same. He searches Connor's eyes which betray neither a daemonic sheen, a telltale icy touch, nor the faint tingle of power, the degree of his scrutiny probably a step beyond modest propriety.

So if he isn't human and doesn't belong to one of the creatures, does this man mean to say those eyes are hiding something other than flesh and blood?]