No, I'm not a machine. I'm just data. Then again, according to Roland, we're all data or something.

[She's trying to recall his conversation about how people are made of molecules, then atoms, then even smaller than that is data.]

But I'm definitely not human, though I bleed like one.

[She places her hand on her chin, thinking on this.]

And die like one, too. Even so, we're considered 'data' by those we encounter.