Not having spoken yet, he realized that he hasn't tested out his vocal cords. Spencer wondered if they worked at all, he pressed two fingers against his throat and hummed feeling relieved that they still worked. He stood up but wobbled around getting used to his legs like a newborn fawn.<span style="font-style: italic">Almost forgot, I haven't used my legs for some time now.</span>He stumbled and quickly stood up straight as he got his strength back.<br/><br/>He scanned the room and cleared his throat, he didn't say a word just yet and instead walked down the corridor the robot had opened the door to a few moments earlier.Spencer fell in line behind the man holding the ripped paper seeing the jagged lines he created from tension.<br/><br/>He took a good look at the rest of the people and decided to finally speak.<br/><br/>"Hello, my name is Spencer Holt. I would appreciate it if everyone else here would introduce themselves."<br/><br/>He spoke in a nonchalant tone which gave out a feeling as if he wanted to learn about the others as they went down the grey and blue corridor.<br/><br/>"You don't have to answer if you feel like it."<br/><br/>Spencer was a bit excited about the next room, he himself had a plethora of questions for the robot and everyone else. Knowledge is power, or so he remembers that phrase. Knowledge, he had plenty of it and he always had space for more in his collection. Yet one thing gnawed at him the entire time, one thing he doesn't know. His memories. A.V. explained earlier that their memories were erased and with good purpose. But he still wanted to know them and what that strange dream he had was about.<br/><br/>His question had a good reason to be asked, he merely awaited for the responses from the other colonists he was traveling with.<span style="font-style: italic">My first question will be what was that strange dream he had, what was it about. Don't forget that dream of the steel beast Spencer.</span>