<div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/16ks1aw.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Doct-R-NIK-1<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Outraged at the injustice of it all, but hiding it very well.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Between two towering stacks of paper.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Other mindless peons.<br/><hr/><br/>Doct-R-NIK-1 did not know where B37VATGRUB was. He had never had any cause to go looking for it in the time before now, and as such was slightly concerned when told to go there. Being the model of efficiency that he is, he drew out his PDC and addressed it, asking<strong>"Oh dear Friend Computer, I being but one of your many servile units have never had the pleasure of dwelling in the room B37VATGRUB which you have made available for us. Might I be told where it is or how to get there, that I might comply with your will in attending the meeting there which I am to attend?"</strong>It always did well to speak nicely to those above you, and Friend Computer was above, below, and in most every other direction one could do well to think of. Regardless, he would finish a few papers while awaiting an answer, and then make his way most diligently in either the direction he was told to go, or he would continue making lefts until he found what he was looking for. He had found in his lifetime that left generally got you where you needed to go.