The sun rises and a beam falls directly on a spherical object on a table. The bright light wakes the little being from his… slumber? Was that the right word for it he wondered? Did he really feel the warmth of the sun, or were it merely his sensors picking up a difference in brightness? He was uncertain and he didn’t like being uncertain.

A woman enters the room with a hot cup of tea. A blue tinted mechanical eye follows her movements carefully as she goes about her morning routine. He had been here a couple of days now, uncertain of where here actually was, or how he got here in the first place. All he remembered was turning himself off for preservation of energy and the next thing he knows he’s lying on a wooden table in some farm. The woman had introduced herself as Octavia Young. She had found him somewhere in the forests and brought him here, though she was vague on details on how she managed to turn him on.

He’s brought back from his thoughts as the woman greets him. An artificial voice, but strangely human male voice replies. [b]”Good morning to you, miss Young. I… slept well, I think. Sleeping? Yes!”[/b] Before she’s able to respond, she’s distracted by a loud noise. He had heard it a couple of times over the last few days. Miss Young had described it as a bell, which humans used to let other humans know when they wished to enter their home. Quite a clever way he had thought to himself. Very human indeed.

He quickly scans the two figures as they enter the room. No visible weapons, muscle mass was insignificant, facial expressions were passive. They were not here to harm. As he listens to their explanation to Octavia, he begins to understand that their friend got hurt. This was not unfamiliar to him. People who were hurt came to visit Octavia often. She was, as she had explained it, a human who fixed other humans; a doctor. This was a different sort of doctor then Rory Smith had been and he found the idea of this thrilling and payed close attention to whenever she was ‘fixing other humans’.

She asks him a question, but he recognizes in her speech pattern that the question is merely asked in jest. Uncertain of how to respond, he simply tries to answer diplomatically. [b]”I’ll check my functions.”[/b]

Before he had time to complete his search, one of the rough looking man was standing before him. His eye flicks between Octavia and the man as they talk about him. He had learned from doctor Smith that it was rude to do so, but he decides to make no fuss about it.

The man leans closer and a grin spreads across his face. He repeats the question Miss Young had asked earlier, but this time he did not find any hint of jest. Orb blinks a couple of times before answering the man. [b]”I am uncertain, but can not find CT scanner among my list of functions. I am sorry to disappoint mister Tinker. I am also uncertain of how miss Young returned me to a functioning state. This is something I have been pondering over the last couple of days. Thus far my analysis has been of unsatisfying quality.”[/b]

He continues searching his list of functions when he stumbles upon something miss Young might find interesting. Without a word of warning, a blue scanning light emits from his eye and scans the man named Tinker from top to bottom. A stream of data floods into the memory core of Orb. [b]”Male. 41. Healthy. Scar tissue detected on lower right leg. A-…”[/b] He cuts himself off as he notices how rude he is actually being. [b]“My sincerest apologies. I did not know what came over me.”[/b]