[color=a7a7a7]"I am,"[/color] Tibulus said as he took a break from his engraving of the robot head as he looked over at Stryker. [color=a7a7a7]"A little bit of a pet project of mine, actually... er... well, it's a bit of a stretch to say 'pet project' when you're trying to make something to perform a brain transplant."[/color] This was probably the reason why Tibulus being such a recluse in the cockpit for the last month or two. Understandably so, considering it was such a delicate procedure. Even in this day and age the process was so delicate that the idea of surgery of this caliber was best left up to a robot that could perform a task to the exact measurements of brain matter and everything. [color=a7a7a7]"I'm tired of bein' dead, so I'm takin' my life into my own hands. Problem is, I don't have anyone's body to take and use for my own. I need to get that."[/color]