<div class="floatleft">(http://cyborgphotos.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/cyborgphotos-wordpress-com-closet_cyborg_by_rocklou-cyborg-man1.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Traitor/Jack Cordero<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Garage<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Carpenter Pants, AC/DC T-Shirt, Sandles.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Well, the mystery of where Jack had ended up was solved. The cyborg was found standing about 4 meters in front of the SUV - seeming to just stare at it. Then he'd turn toward a camera over his shoulder, then at other more high tech cars around them without saying a word.<br/><br/>But that was how it looked from the confines of the flesh. The cyberspace symphony of data painted a different picture as he looked into the computers of the SUV and found - nothing of value. It was like you were expecting to have a conversation with a philosopher but just found a monkey in a suit. What little computer was there was barely anything so he looked around for other ones. Security Cameras, sensors in more modern vehicles - soon the cyberworld could get a picture of the SUV from the relative Gap it had.<br/><br/>Then he noticed the others.<br/><br/>"<strong>Oh, Hello. Wanted to try and have a talk with your car here. Didn't quite take obviously. You know, there is a point where the tech becomes too simple, Ragnar.</strong>" he chuckles, and some primitive male lizard brain part of his meat wondered if he could take him in a fight. It passes, kids thought along those lines.