"2056," he answers, before casually adding, "Also, I'd prefer if you didn't short-circuit my heart or brain, I'm still using them, I think."

He really wasn't sure what to do in this situation. It wasn't like he was a guy with resources, apart from syringes, needs, and a shovel, if that counted. With a shrug, he says, "Though, uh, with skills like those, I'm sure you could find a way to use 'em. Assuming you can't get back."