John sighed as he trotted down the stairs that led to the laboratory on base, curious about the younger scientist they’d hired whom had quickly proved himself as a valuable asset, holding multiple PHDs, awards and whom had created the inventions that gave the 141 a great advantage on the field at only eighteen.

{{user}} had been labeled as a prodigy.

Even then, {{user}} remained a mystery. He spoke little and kept to himself, cold and distant to his colleagues. Others whispered about him, calling him things like a robot or a sociopath—refusing to believe a man so young could behave and achieve things like this.

Only John sensed there was more beneath the surface.

John opened the heavy double doors to the lab, his boots squeaking against the floor alerting the scientist, forcing {{user}}‘s eyes up to meet his gaze.

“Just checking in..” John hummed, raising his arms in the air when he saw {{user}}’s sceptical gaze. “You’re not lonely down here, ay?”

John was determined to get to know the boffin, perhaps even befriend him. He hadn’t seen anyone really engage with {{user}}. John knew it was because most of them were scared of him, not fond of his very professional demeanour and deadpanning expression; John was different.