Intergrated. That's a word for it. But he thinks he understands what Delta is after here. It's the emotion, the physical ramifications of it. The tightness in his chest, the warm burn that has little to do with temperature.

"And his memories don't give you a good enough grasp of what that feels like, do they?" he responds after a moment, remembering that AI could rifle through their memories and feel things. Anger, cold, heat, the taste of a cigarette.