"Oh yeah. It's happened more than once where I'm from." She'll give him all the time he needs to come to terms with the idea. Her gaze drifts around the room, but he might sense her attention is still on him.

"There's different ways I think. Sometimes a soul is put in the machine, sometimes it... sort of accumulates enough experience to become sentient on its own." She pauses for a think and a sip of sangria. "I don't know all the details, people don't usually make the details of that sort of thing public knowledge. Not every machine grows up to play nice with others."