...and his law-enforcement skills, we also inerited...

...his memories, his feelings, his emotional baggage?

Well, I'd call it his humanity, but I don't think you know that word.

I see.

You talked me into it. His emotions: Get rid of them.

Find their location and erase them. If it wipes out his memory, too bad.

We could cut out the appropriate circuits by...

...implanting a micro-neuro-barrier.

Do it.

I got news for you. I don't give a shit how smart you are.

OCP owns the cops. That means they own him, and they own your cute little ass.

Nobody owns me.

Fine.

We want him on the Rehab Team.

That means you make him predictable, or look for a new job, sweet cheeks.

I think I'm in love.

What's going through your head?

That's his family.

Want me to install the neuro-barrier, doctor?

No, I can do it.