Christ of course you would have invented some android butterfly prototypes. [You think you're so smart, but even Hank gets it.] I wouldn't call androids perfect. Some people might argue it's just emulation but having been around then I know it for what it is. [And he means that in any which way that Kamski is welcome to interpret.] They are alive.

[He looks pretty zen in his reasoning.]

The entire time during the case I wasn't sure what we were doing or going...I was a cop just doing a job he was assigned to do, figured we end up with a few androids in the evidence locker and call it a day. Never liked 'em. Thought meeting you might at least give us some answers when things really started going to shit. Instead you just waxed on about philosophy and fucking forced Connor to make a choice.

[He stands up again.]

I can't even tell you how pissed off I was about the whole damn thing. You named the test after yourself for god's sake! [Like. Seriously. Legit seriously.] That type of shit wouldn't fly if he was a human. Guess I realized it then, or at least more than before that I wouldn't let shit like that fly anymore. But Connor couldn't do it. Call it a fucking detective intuition but somehow I knew it would work out after that. And hey, I might not have gotten to punch you but sure did feel satisfying to get Perkins in his fucking face.

So no, you're right. It won't change what happened in yours. Hell I'm not even sure why I'm asking. But looking back at all that happened in the few days between being assigned an android by Cyberlife and getting dragged into the main office building by his clone, there's more than few moments that I know could have fucked it all up.

[Hank doesn't see what happened as the 'true' way, rather it is more a timeline where everything went RIGHT, just enough to reproduce a series of events that came out to a conclusion that could have been one in a hundred.]