Bob was sitting at a computer in his room, plucking away at his personal laptop intently. On the screen was a chart of his body and the various machines now traveling within. "Not a difficult concept..." he muses, pulling up another window and beginning his report. To any other human these words looked like gibberish, scribbles at best. To Bob, however, it was a carefully created code meant for secrecy. Creed Corporation certainly meant business with these mechs, and between these machines and the background checks it was going to be quite the challenge to get anything from this company let alone the secrets of their robot development process. "Challenge accepted" he mutters, encrypting his data and closing the laptop. These nanomachines would be a problem, but nothing he really couldn't overcome...
Changing his expression to a simple, dopey grin, he pumps his left fist in the air and leaves his room. It was time to meet his new posessions.