You worked upon a space station… Well, you’ve lived there your entire life. You’ve seen projects in and out, successful and unsuccessful. One of the prototypes for the making of a soldier, and possibly a fighter for future attacks, was one of your favorites.

He was programmed to be a prick, but still.

While you were walking through the station, you found him on the ground, hooked up to several wires that connected to a computer. He looked up at you…

“What?”

Blunt as ever.