[B][color=yellow]Omega a.k.a Michael Watts[/color][/b]

"Mmmm... nothing like some Jameson on the rocks, take-out Chinese food, and some alien hardware to keep me busy." Omega said as he sat cross legged on the floor with all three in front of him. The sphere was currently being poked at with his left index finger while he used his right hand to shovel fried rice into his mouth. He used his telekinesis to give himself a sip of whiskey every now and then. 

The sphere lit up with a different symbol every time Omega touched it. He had tried a lot if things to solve this sphere. From pressing the symbols in a specific order, to throwing the damned thing into at the floor.

"Damn this thing."