"Kid, just nod to whoever as much as looks at you and don't try to say anything or to be funny unless directly ordered to, understand?"

The man was talking to a young engineer at the ball. The boy simply nodded, feeling somewhat sad for his 10th, or possibly 11th boss, who depended on the actions of a simple prole to maintain his position. You see, this man was under fire from his Technocrat superior for having faulty weapons produced at his section of a large dealership; so he thought that presenting this boy to him would provide some job security. The two quickly reached the man's boss and the man politely greeted his superior and spoke in a tone the boy could not hear, but he knew the conversation was most likely about him. After about a minute of talking the Technocrat approached the boy, keeping his distance somewhat.

"What is your name?" the Technocrat asked while handing his coat off to some prole who was under him.

[b]"My name... Reggie"[/b] replied the boy; he never could get around to learning proper responses or the use of words like "is".

"I've heard quite a lot about your skills from Thomas," began the man, referring to Reggie's boss, taking a glass from one of the droids and taking a sip, "stick around, you two, for I will need proof of this boy's 'skills' after the ball has ended" he finished, before being greeted by other fancy-looking individuals, presumably his family, and then taking off with them.

Reggie didn't exactly like this man; he had this obnoxious tone to his voice and just acted so arrogantly, even towards Reggie's boss. As the man walked away, Reggie's boss walked up to him with the intention of speaking.

"You go over to that corner and [i]stay there[/i]; and don't move until I instruct you to, are we clear?" asked Thomas in an angry voice.

[b]"Understanded"[/b] responded the boy, to which his boss scoffed at before walking away (he never liked Reggie's limited language understanding and would often yell at him for it).

Reggie shuffled over to the corner and simply stood there fiddling about with his mechanical arms that were kept hidden within his overcoat. Suddenly, he looked up upon hearing something of a rather interesting nature. While Reggie had a hard time making out everything that these Meritocrats were saying, he managed to understand that there was some vigilante-type figure going around and supposedly killing the Technocrats who oppress the lower classes. Reggie smiled ever so slightly at this; you see, while he had never hated Technocrats he didn't particularly like them and always wished to have their power and assets, and this looked to be the beginning of an opportunity for him.