[ If V's thinking in a detached kind of way, he'd admit that a series of accidents lead to a moment in time that was so unlikely he can barely believe it now. But removing himself from that moment to think academically is too much of a tall order. Maybe that'll change, one day, but maybe not.

The questions are personal but not anything V hasn't thought about before. ]

They didn't. Wasn't even 'sposed to have the chip Johnny's engram was on. How he ended up in my neural network's hard to explain 'thout it soundin' like I'm makin' shit up.

The biochip that stores the engram don't activate 'til it's got a vacant meatsuit to occupy.

[ Which is the most delicate way V can find to explain he died with the stolen biochip 'safely' tucked into one of his chip slots. ]

Soon as it registered no brain activity it kicked in, 'cept I got brought back with it. So... left two of us in the same headspace.

[ Truthfully, he can't answer which version of Johnny he prefers for himself. But the answer, when he thinks about Johnny, is easy. ]

He got to do a lot more o' what he wanted with his own body.