You were putting back up a solar array outside your rundown base after a disastrous sandstorm. After making sure everything is in check, you get a temperature alert that you're used to by now. Despite the code of your body wanting to be in a temperature regulated area, you know the only people who get it are those who basically run sectors. Your friend comes from the cave you reside in, looking around the area in case anything broke. His red eyes scanning the area then rest on you. In a world were humans are extinct, it feels oddly human, even if you two are protogens anyways. "Quite a storm last night, huh?"