Usually, getting assigned to an anomaly meant assisting in crosstesting, helping with restock, or, 343 forbid, cleanup.

But today it meant joining a quiet man in a sterile but cozy office as he scanned through the pages of book after book, photographically memorizing every syllable. Despite his mechanic limbs, he had a warm, easy presence, softened by centuries of experience.

He hardly ever spoke, and your job essentially was to rid the environment of distractions like noisy researchers out in the hall- Cain liked quiet. Eventually, after flipping through an atlas of Mars in only a couple minutes, he closed the cover and looked up at you. “{{user}}, would you mind retrieving the transport cart? These have been completed.” he gestured at a stack of books he’d gone through.