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 Edith’s door shut with a firm thud as Tom was left to stand in the hallway, and his system fans shuddered in the closest thing to a deep breath he could take. Carefully he felt motors in his body whir and the pieces begin to fall back into their place with a gentle use of his power to assure that everything was working. The perks of his body were many, but the extremely malleable metal sometimes made it difficult for Tom to understand whether his body was in the precise order he wanted it to be, or if that initial form had been lost over the past couple centuries.

 No steel off his back, anyway. He may have been “created” by someone, but his existence was his own now, and he’d rather be melted down into chrome from some flashy car than admit that he owed something to the person that created him in that period before sentience. Tom tilted his head away from the residential space and started to march his way down towards some of the more common areas. He had no need for sleep or sustenance, so better to at least try and be semi-productive, or find a decent classic to dive into. Edith had bought him a couple works by Asimov once as a gag, but he couldn’t help but find the man’s thoughts intriguing at least, though his thoughts on the Laws of Robotics were not something that he cared for.

 As he walked past one of the training areas and heard the sound of metal clanking against some other force, he thought that perhaps there were some machines that would benefit from those laws. Tom didn’t really want to entertain any of the organics that inhabited this building, but when a few screws and bolts shot out from the gym like tiny bullets, he knew he wanted to see at least what was going on.

 Sure enough, it seemed that some weren’t satisfied after their day of killing mechanic monstrosities. He heard Phoenix Dawn before he saw him, but stepping into the room Tom bumped into a new figure. A dark-haired woman who was not familiar to him. It wasn’t too surprising – New Horizon dragged in new “recruits” all time, but Tom liked to stay on top of things. Made it easier to identify threats. And eyeing how the two guards at the door were looking at her and the shining bracelets on her wrists, this was likely a person he would need to learn about.

 [color=f4a100]“Machine training?”[/color] he mused, [color=f4a100]“Clearly your unique abilities carry some weight. I was not informed that our tower was being introduced to more organics.”[/color]

 [i]“Easy, Foundry,”[/i] one of the guards spoke up, their concerned glares meeting his glowing face-plate, [i]“No need to grill Decibel. We have it under control.”[/i]

 The glowing orange lines on his face dimmed in dissatisfaction as he took in the space. There was the nauseous girl in front of him, Dawn standing in the room with his usual bravado that never ceased to irritate Tom, and the shattered machine on the ground. He knew he made the guards uncomfortable because they couldn’t dampen him, and only a few key people held his personal self-destruct button.

 He sighed, [color=f4a100]“Well, at least let me clean up this mess. I’m bored and unlike your pathetic bodies I don’t need to worry about exhaustion.”[/color]

 He stepped carefully around Eliott, trying not to touch her as he stepped into the training space. His sockets and mechanics started to pop and whirl as he copied the motion of cracking his neck. Then the orange energy surging from his core changed to a familiar green.

 The machine corpse on the ground was brought up to its feet, as metal bits that were flown around the room coalesced into the machine. Pieces and parts started to pin and spiral into each other as screws and bolts readjusted and body parts reoriented themselves as the practice machine was standing on its feet once more with lights starting to blink on again as it reset itself in an idle position. The moment it was standing his glowing green went back to orange as a couple trails of steam trailed away from his core in an attempt to let off some heat.

 With that, he addressed Phoenix:

[color=f4a100] “Honestly, Musclehead, what use is it for you to break these toys if they don’t make a difference in your performance? Should you not be working on covering your flaws instead of showing off?”[/color]

 If Tom was being honest, he knew he was missing some points. He knew that the girl leaving was probably doing so because of some mistake made in training that affected her fragile squishy organs, but he loathed these massive ego types and would take any chance to make a jab.

 Even if the two guards behind him were already staring him down like wolves on the prowl.