" Report for mechanical repair, A-01" said a dismissive voice from behind the assassin. Aspharr let out a groan as he felt his arm, which was bent  outwardly from a grapling move his trainer preformed on the cyborg. His pain receptors were blaring his senses with dull pain, his creator deciding while pain was a necesary sense also decided to make him imune to any pain that incacipated him. He didn't know what was a worse fate than not to able to pass out from pain, to make stop. Luckily this time his trainer decided to let him go, before any more damage could be done.<br/><br/>"Yes, sir, I obey" said Aspharr formaly, using his good arm to push his light body from the black mat floor. The precautions of mats and gear was mostly meant for the humans; since he could easily execeed 150 pounds of force with his body. However as his instructor told him, the game was not use brute force but his cunning, which he learned can be used to overwhelm a larger foe.<br/><br/>"Log 1:89:5 sync and formated" said Aspharr out of habit, as he walked down the hall towards the mechanical bay. His eyes were blank as his mind began to store his memory into a data format. Pushing the swinging door he saw the doctor on the working bench, her large white lab coat covering most of her form. Data popped into his eyes in  HUD form, though he knew it all by heart.<br/><br/>" Doctor" said Aspharr clearing his throat to get her attention, long ago he learned not to grab non-leatheal humans  or not make his presences known since it startled most humans.