For a moment, Arc considered her questions. He had thought about them before, but never before had anyone actually asked him. How could he explain it so that Madison would understand? "I don't think anyone could gain control of it really. Not anymore. I mean maybe back before the Fall but now?" He shook his head. "It doesn't have a wireless access that I know of, so I doubt it anyone could control it, but it could be disabled. I do have an entry port, in case it ever needed work, but it's never been used. As far as disabling it, I don't know what would happen. It's never happened before." Logically speaking, at least in Arc's mind, his brain would try to take over, but there was no telling how developed it was after all those years, whether it had strengthened during that time or weakened. "I don't really want to find out though."<br/><br/>Normally speaking he would have never told anyone about his greatest weaknesses, but he trusted Madison with them, knew that she wouldn't betray him. It seemed a bit unbalanced, since one of his five items was basically the best way to kill him and the worst she has is that she carries around a stuffed animal. It had seen better days; time and dust had taken its toll on the furry stuffed creature. "You know, I think we could clean your stuffie if you want. Maybe give it a bath to bring back some of the fluff." It seemed like a small consolation, given the hell she'd been through up to that point, but sometimes even the smallest gestures could turn around someone's outlook on life.<br/><br/>"Your turn. Tell me something about you that no one else knows, and i'll do the same."