[he doesn't understand. Of all the people Kit's ever really been close to, Newt's always been the closest to really, truly understanding what she needed to do. But even as a scientist, a cyberneticist, he's not a technopath. He doesn't know what it's like to feel the net at your fingertips, the constant tug of it at the edge of your brain, to feel pure unadulterated information wash over you and coat your mind, your senses. It's nothing Kit can ever describe to him or anything else, and it's always been the biggest barrier between her and the physical world.]

I'm already data. Brains are data. [but it's too hard to explain. She sighs.] I promise not to let anybody hack my brain. And not to become... not myself. I'm being careful, I promise. And I'll keep calling. And no more hackjobs. Mintaka did my leg, anyway. I've been talking to Dr. Baelheit.

[Newt doesn't need to know Kit's exact opinions on what it means to push the boundaries of humanity, or what she feels is her destiny to transcend the physical form. Not right now, anyway.]