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Isaak groaned as the lithe robot chimed in, reminding him to get up. How long has it been, anyway? He couldn’t quite remember; the memory erasure that the Instit… insut… ah, what was it? Instituto? Institute? Whatever it is, anyway. They removed the memories of how he and the other mutants got here to begin with, all in the name of safety. That was reasonable, he supposed, as he painfully got off from the bed and began fixing the ravaged sheets.

“Ay, Alexa,” he called out the floating spherical machine, which reminded him of those drones that Stark Industries liked to use, “Can you play, ah, the Lord of the Rings soundtrack. Yes, yes, the 3 hour version. Just keep it on while I prepare for the classes eh?”

The robot nodded with its deceptively adorable big eyes… or photoreceptors? It almost looked like a pug that had sought the purity of cold steel and became one with the machine gods. Well, he had a pug once, too, but he was given away to some French person.

And so he began his morning rites.

All of that preparation took about 45 minutes. Isaak took his sweet time taking his breakfast, which was composed of some pasta and some french toast. He contemplated while he showered, though he wasn’t sure what he was pondering about to begin with. Or if he was actually thinking about something during those moments. It was most likely that he stared at the wall for no particular reason at all.

When he was more or less done, Isaak finally took a moment to comb his hair. He had grown it out somewhat, but it sometimes just obstructed his eyes when he hadn’t fixed it specifically. Sighing at himself in the mirror, Isaak combed the hair into a sideways swipe. He didn’t apply anything other than that.

Finally, Isaak donned his white hoodie. He looked more or less just an ordinary guy for his age, with the jeans and glasses… though he had boots, as if he was expecting it to rain. That, and he was holding a dragon headed cane, which he used to safely channel his mutant power.

After a few more moments, he finally strode out of the room. Sure enough, someone else was already in the hallway. A girl… what was her name again? Oh, right, Carrie?

“Good morning,” Isaak greeted, walking towards her while gesturing along the length of the hallway. “I trust we are going the right way to the classes?”