It's still a bit hard follow. The soul part he finds himself not terribly bent up over... it's more then it manifesting in the physical form of a hognose snake that he's having a little difficulty getting over. It's odd, but Snake is just so earnest...

"I don't think I've every thought of it as 'soul'. It feels so distinctly human I never thought to call it that," his optics slide shut and he leans his cheek against Snake's palm. His synthetic skin is faintly staticky to the touch, "I can sense our EM fields, well we all can to a certain degree, but I'm particularly well tuned to it. It doesn't stay the same. There's the obvious growing more intense as weapons charge up, or fainter when low on power... but it's more then that. There's fluctuations, sometimes with mood, sometimes just because. It's like a constantly changing pulse."

His eyes are closed but Snake's field is mellow when he concentrates, but there a healthy buzz of what he can only assume is the wonder of it all.

"Maybe it is an accident. There's nothing in our codes that dictate that. Microwaves don't feel like we do," he laughs a little and opens his eyes, "Don't think I mind an accident like that."