This was one of those mornings where Azriel just did not want to get up. Then again, anyone who had spent a lot of the night drinking wouldn’t want to get up the next morning either.<br/><br/>He took one look at the clock and pulled the covers back over him, shielding his face from the light that shone through the window. Letting out a soft breath, he closed his eyes and relaxed is body. Only a few more minutes, he thought. Long enough to sleep off this grogginess, and figure out his plans for the day. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do today but sitting around indoors wasn’t something he was fond of.<br/><br/>Unfortunately for Azriel, he wasn’t going to get those few extra hours of sleep.<br/><br/>“Rise and shine, sunshine!” The loud voice of the robot known as ROS, or Robotic Operation System, something along those lines, called out practically right in Azriel’s ear. Startled, Azriel sat up immediately, and glared at the robot. It stood only about a foot tall, and hovered next to Azriel as he made his way down the hall toward the kitchen. Unlike Azriel, the little robot was always energetic especially during the morning. Despite his attempt to tinker with his programming that was something that never seemed to go away.<br/><br/>“Come on, Azriel! It’s a bright, sunny day today. The weather is looking lovely!” ROS continued. But Azriel didn’t respond to the robot and proceeded to his kitchen. When he arrived, he noticed that breakfast was already made for him, placed on the table. It was still warm and the aroma filled the kitchen. The thought of food made him feel ill. Instead of sitting down to eat, he grabbed a cup from the cupboard and filled it half-way with water. He downed the glass in a few gulps.<br/><br/>“I detect you do not have that much energy, Azriel. Shall I do something to remedy this?”<br/><br/>“No, that will not be necessary,” Azriel murmured in reply. ROS didn’t seem to understand the concept of a hangover.<br/><br/>Moments later, Azriel got dressed into something that wasn't sleepwear, and threw on a pair of sunglasses. He decided to grab the toast that was on the plate of breakfast that ROS provided for him before leaving his home to start the day.<br/><br/>He stepped out onto the streets of Section Nine like he had done all his life. Section Nine was not the best place to live, but it was home to him. He got good business here and the bars were pretty decent, which was good enough for him. Honestly he didn’t need anything fancy and didn’t care for any of the high class places around this city.<br/><br/>“Stop! Criminal!” A monotone voice called out to him. He ignored it at first; this was Section Nine after all, and was usually bustling with criminal activity. Police drones were always around as extra hands. He wouldn’t be surprised if he knew some of the people who were going to be arrested today, or reprimanded for something. This was a good place to find someone in need for someone in his… line of work. ‘Line of work’ was used loosely here; what he did was kind of in the grey area.<br/><br/>“Do not ignore me! I cannot allow such disorderly conduct to continue!” The drone must have been a new prototype or something…. Or it could be malfunctioning. Disorderly conduct? “I sense alcohol in your system!” The drone continued. Ah, well Azriel supposed that makes sense, and perhaps it was his fault, but still. That didn’t mean he was part of whatever was going on. It was just his luck that he would walk straight into something like this on the one day he couldn’t afford it.<br/><br/>He turned to the drone and tried to explain this, but was cut short when the drone grabbed him. He knew better than to fight back, but boy was he irritated.<br/><br/>“Don’t worry, Azriel!” ROS said enthusiastically. “I will make sure your stay in jail is not very long!”<br/><br/>Azriel just groaned at the robot’s words. It was times like these when he wondered why the hell he even bothered purchasing ROS. He doubted it would be… helpful dealing with this damn police drone.<br/><br/>“Do not interfere!” The drone told ROS, “Or you shall be taken in with this man.”