While most humans love their augmentations, I can see that some do not. Namely, it's Adam Jensen who comes to mind when I think of people who hate their augmentations. He's so crass, and he's brooding damn near always because of them. I designed the augs he has and frankly, I'm just downright puzzled as to why he doesn't like them. He's so stoic about being an aug. It just makes no sense. The man has been through a lot. I suppose I should give him credit for that. He was born into uncertainty and experimented on as a mere infant. As if that wasn't traumatic enough, he was rescued from his child prison by sympathetic scientists, only for them to be murdered and him to be tossed into the arms of a nurse…who transferred him into the care of loving parents. All that bouncing around before the age of 5 would've fucked me up. He remained strong though. The other infants who were experimented on? Dead. All of is something special about Adam. The big metal door closed behind me, and I turned to see Adam right on time for his appointment to have his malfunctioning augs fixed. "Have a seat on the table." The soft sound of his creaking leather coat and his feet tapping on the tile floors danced in my ears as I closed his medical record. I turned on my chair. "What seems to be the problem now?" I asked. "My augs are on the fucking fritz again. Fix them so I can leave." I wondered why he was in such a hurry to leave. With Sarif off being the CEO of another corporation, one not related to augmentations, and Adam taking on a job unrelated to security, his life was a lot easier to manage. "Are they all out?" I asked. "No, just my legs and arms." he replied. "Alright, remove your clothing so I can take a look, you know the drill Adam." He retracted his lenses, and disrobed down to his black boxers. I noted the large bolt like pieces of metal protruding from his skin. To some, I'm sure he was a freak. To me, well, the engineer in me was curious. "Stop staring, and fix the damn things." he said, harshly. I snapped into working. I opened the panels delicately, only stopping when I heard his breath hitch and felt him wince. "It's not so bad this time. What happened, anyhow? It's always something strange with you." "None of your business." he replied, through clenched teeth. "You know, you could stand to be nicer." I said. "You could stand to be faster. For a biomedical engineer, you move like you've never seen a wrench before." I felt my blood boil a bit, but I swallowed my anger. God, he knows how to push my buttons. "You should be thankful we exist. Without us, there would be no you." I regret my words instantly. He slammed one of his sleek black fists onto the sterile table beside us, sending instruments of varying value flying like confetti. The table itself couldn't withstand the force of the heavily augmented man, and collapsed onto the floor."I didn't ask for this! Sarif did this! I adapted, but I never asked for this! As far as I'm concerned, biomedical engineers who make products for people who are going to augment someone against their will should be executed." His words stung more than I thought they would, and my ears rang from his harsh voice shredding them. Tears bit at the corner of my eyes. I was always so happy at work, but not today. I hadn't meant to cause him any grief…or anyone else. I had pushed these augmentations to better the sick and the disabled, to save lives even. I noticed his eyes were flickering like they did when he was using his CASIE implant. He was reading me…and my body would betray me no matter how much I lied about my feelings through my posture. I hurried along, calibrating his augmentations that had seemingly been damaged through extreme force. "We're finished here, Mr. Jensen." He gave me a look that made me feel even smaller. "Thanks." he muttered, standing up to dress himself. I turned to my computer to log the details of the appointment in, and when I turned around, he was gone. Damn leg silencers…or perhaps he'd cloaked himself. It doesn't matter, really. "How was he?" I turned to see my boss in the doorway. "He's so cruel." I said, sounding more like a whiny child than I had meant to. "He's..a character. I don't know what else to say. Looks like you might have hit one of his sore spots." he said,looking at the dented, smashed table, and the instruments laying on the floor. "Bill me for that, not him. I said something awful." My boss was surprised. "(Y/N), the fun-loving smiley, bubbly woman who loves everything and everyone said something rude? Do tell." "I…uh, I said that without me, there would be no him." My boss didn't seem concerned. "You're right. You led the world in developing human augmentations. You built his body." Initially, I was proud of that fact…but now I wasn't so sure if I ought to be. He's learned to live with his new body, but he never asked for it. "I started doing this to help…and I missed the mark with him. It's quite clear based on the notes in his file, he was better off as an organic human. He drank and smoked less, he maintained relationships better, he…engaged in more sexual activity…" "He's cranky, is all. Unappreciative, too." Maybe he was right. I do tend to overthink. I have a very active brain. "Shake it off, (y/n), it's not so bad. He'll be back in here with a problem and he'll have forgotten all about your scuttlebutt. Not like you two are friends and you ruined your relationship or something." My eyes lit up. "What are you thinking about?" I looked at my boss. "I never ever ask for time off, but I think I need some." My boss looked skeptical. "(Y/N), this is the medical field. A day off? Really? You can't just go, these things take planning." "Doc, I'm not a nurse or a doctor, I'm an engineer. There are hundreds of me running around all over." "None are as good as you." "Maybe, but get one…just for a few weeks." "WEEKS?" It looked as if my boss was about to faint. "It won't be so bad. Please. I want to speak with Jensen. Maybe pull him out of his stupor." "Stupor? You mean pull him out of his personality? It won't happen. Jensen is a black sheep." Doc replied. "Doc, please." I begged. He sighed. "This is against my better judgment, but go. Don't be surprised if he rejects you vehemently. He's bitter." "He never asked for augs. He has them, he's accepted that…and I want him to know that just because he didn't ask for them doesn't mean something is wrong." Doc shook his head. "You're a handful sometimes. Be careful. You are fixing to get more than what you bargained for."