The phone rang, the phone always rang… it was one of Vivian’s assistants telling him that breakfast was ready.  His internal systems had already woken him up hours ago, and he had busied himself with cleaning and servicing much of his equipment, of could never be too careful.  That was a motto you lived by when you’ve technically already died once.<br/><br/>He didn’t even bother to answer the phone.<br/><br/>For a moment, he wondered why he even bothered to go to these meals.  He didn’t really eat anymore, he could of course… but there wasn’t an advantage to it.  In fact it was usually more of a hassle.<br/><br/>It must have been because he often wore that façade of humanity around the human members of the group.  Why bother letting them know that he was different, he knew it and that was all that mattered.  Besides, it was nice when a new recruit looked up with their mouths wide open when his mechanical nature became evident in a truly destructive blaze of glory.<br/><br/>He shook his head and went to his closet,  his wardrobe wasn’t fantastic mostly jean’s and t-shirts…  he had a few suits to wear on occasion when the boss lady ordered it,  but he like to be as casual as possible.<br/><br/>He slid on a pair of torn up black jeans, a tight fitting white T-shirt, and combat boots.  In truth he looked like just delusional young man, and that was the way he wanted it.  That made it easier to keep the cops off of his ass…<br/><br/>He wandered through the compound, heading towards the briefing room.  It was looking to be the start of a fantastic fucken day; maybe he’d actually be able to do something, if he was lucky that might involve either blowing something up or stealing some high end equipment.  It’d be nice wouldn’t it?