Thomas had specially flown from London to Detroit for this visit, on behalf of his... employer, Thomas Wolsey, who had invested in CyberLife. Given that the cardinal had more important things to do, he was the one who acted as the liaison. He made quarterly visits to see how how progress was going on the model that was to be mass-produced and sold to the public. So far, Chloe had been an impressive proof of concept. But it was another beast entirely to send out thousands upon thousands of androids into the wild, as it were.
He passed through security, heading downstairs on the elevator to the laboratories where engineers and programmers tinkered on the robots. Personally, he’s always been fascinated with the coding aspect of things. Inputting... thought processes. It was fascinating to him. He entered into a room, seeing a familliar face. “Hello, Mr. Andronikov,” he greeted, closing the door behind him. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.” He didn’t like to be too much of a nuisance, knowing that someone hovering around could be quite distracting. He didn’t like it any more than when someone did it to him.