Five personnel. Heart rates within acceptable parameters. Slightly elevated levels of adrenaline within expected levels. Communications equipment is operating within expected parameters. All is well. Diagnostic check complete. The artificial mind looked out into the work through five sets of interconnected eyes, five sensor-feeds woven together by short-range wireless communications, looped back into its false brain by enormous radio towers situated dozens of kilometers away, in a facility few people knew about. The mind made note of everything it witnessed, from the buzzing of jungle mosquitoes to the shifting of brush along the trail to the shafts of sunlight streaming down from above. In equally short order, it uncovered the source of each: the disturbance in the foliage, an apparently healthy male of the [i]Sciurus spadiceus[/i] species of squirrel, the buzzing a negligibly harmful male mosquito, and the photons streaming down from above the natural result of the Earth's orbit around the sound. None necessitated a response. They would arrive at their destination in five-point-five minutes, presuming that they maintained their present pace and did not tire at an unexpected rate. That did not seem especially likely. “You will reach your destination in approximately five-point-five minutes.” It droned into the entire squad’s headsets at once. “Understood, Lucky.” Sergeant Campbell intoned, his response breaking with standard procedure. It neglected to remind him of this fact, reminding itself that communication between it and its assigned unit did not fall under normal radiotelephony procedure, technically classified as an item of equipment. It only needed an affirmative response - nothing more, nothing less. The item to address was the unusual form of address the Sergeant had used. It was not named "Lucky". Its name was "Zero-Seven, Oh-Seven", or any variations thereof. Why was the Sergeant calling it that? It shortly thereafter completed a brief-check-over of its sensors, triggered by requirements in its code to ensure their proper function, re-confirmed that no threats had revealed themselves. Communication with the databases it distantly operated from contained numerous requests for information from civilian sources on the Brazilian internet. It was simple enough to access these troves of information covertly, using proxy shells that made it appear as if it was merely an ordinary civilian internet user, a necessary procedure to maintain project secrecy. In relative moments, it was able to access an enormous wealth of human knowledge, looking over it all in an equally short amount of time. It could have wasted time on the greater origins of the number "Seven", but it did not need to, instead focusing in on articles and pages mentioning "luck" and "seven". From there, it isolated academic sources and those speaking on the luckiness of "seven", all the while dedicating the requisite computational power to the routine safety checks and proximity scans required of it by its present assignment. The number "seven", it seemed, held spiritual significance for large portions of humanity, particularly those of generally European descent. It held immense cultural significance dating back to Babylon, possibly further, and some cognitive psychology indicated that there may be a neurological reason for this preference. It found that, in brief, the connection between "seven" and luckiness was positive. It was reasonable to infer, therefore, that the Sergeant may believe it would be more successful because it was the seventh in its series, rather than for a specific, scientific reason. This merited further study. Abruptly, it found itself interrupted by an alert - the Sergeant was speaking. It shifted its focus to its sensor network - in front of it, a set of tall, industrial buildings, its rough border marked out by a sign - two golden arches on a background of red. "Oh-Seven, why am I looking at a McDonald's?" He asked. The expressions of the rest of the squad indicated similar confusion. "This is a replicated section of a typical American Megacity." It intoned after only a momentary search through the mission parameters. "Welcome to your home for the next several weeks. When you are finished here, you will know it "inside and out"."