<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>Traitor</strong></span></div><br/>They keep me here. It's a cell, underground or shielded I think - some of the machines they put in my head keep me connected to the internet and I don't even feel it. Here I am, hanging in the dark like a marionette with no strings attached. My senses cut off. I'm studied, carefully - weaknesses in the technology hunted down and studied, strengths analyzed and counters thought of.<br/><br/>They've been keeping me isolated from as many of their number as possible for now. Makes sense. Internal Memory can't help but record every mutant and metahuman I see or hear for analysis.<br/><br/>So for I've confirmed at least a dozen different mutants around the complex, and thanks to the machines in my head I've already made plans to kill them all. I didn't even want to do that anymore - Electronically Enforced OCD. I already know the plans would fail though - I've only been able to positively identify the Beast - and that was by simple virtue of how many beings on this planet are smart enough to study around in a cyborg without screwing it up.<br/><br/>Dr. McCoy says he can alter and remove some of the stuff they put in my brain, make sure that at least I can't be remote controlled or accessed without my choice. I've felt some others mess around in my head too. They're usually not as pleasent as Dr. McCoy.<br/><br/>I'm Jack Cordero - Codename: Traitor. Not my call, apparently there were a few scrapes between the X-Men and the O*N*E to black bag me and that's the codename my old handlers gave me. Straight to the point, that. Had to expect it, betraying my species. Then again, I don't see the muties building genocidal robots - who whose betraying who here?<br/><br/>Dr. McCoy says he wants to let me out when he's made the alterations. Wouldn't blame him for keeping me down here forever - down here to wonder who is betraying who.