The lights overhead flickered, the MX on the table underneath was deactivated, silent and eerie. The scientist bent over him was Rudy Lom, engineer and former hacker. His hair was tucked behind his ear and goggles strapped to his face, magnifying his eyes giving him a surprised childlike expression. His hands worked fast, crossing the wires in the MX's face and plugging them into one of the many ports. His eyebrows creased as a spark flew past him. Suffice it to say, his experiment wasn't working out like it was supposed to. He straightened up, his hunched back feeling cramped.

He carefully set the tool in his hand down on the countertop, he twisted the light to the side so it wasn't in his eyes. His pale hand hovered over the synthetic's face. A part of him felt bad for doing this, he knew he shouldn't, it was against regulation. He shook his head slightly, he kept forgetting; he wasn't a cop.

His hand moved in and folded the skin back over, covering the wires and blinking lights. He grabbed a long tool from the table behind him, his hand hesitated. His criminal scientist side was excited to try this, but the rational part in his brain was practically screaming "jailbird" at him. He didn't want to get arrested, but he knew this was for the greater good.

He touched the tip of the rod to the MX's temple. It's pale eyes flashed open and it sat up, stiff as usual. It turned it's head to look at Rudy, who squirmed slightly and looked away. "I feel-" it started, then stopped. "I feel." it sounded like it couldn't believe what it was saying. It got off the bed and moved to stand in front of the mirror on the other side of the room. "I feel!" it repeated.

Rudy made a slight chuckling sound in the back of his throat. "Yeah," he said quietly, his eyes following it as it turned to face him. It's eyes turned into a harsh accusatory gaze. Rudy's hands moved up defensively. "Okay look, it's for your own good. I had to try." The MX crossed the room in a few long strides, it towered over him - being nearly 6 feet and 4 inches - it's eyes staring into his soul and making him want to spill all his secrets.

Rudy took a small step back, the smallest of frown's creeping up on his face. He swallowed hard, he knew that if he messed with this MX it could kill him in seconds. He let out a small sigh, that blew his dirty hair. The MX raised it's hand and wrapped it's slender fingers around his throat. "What am I called?"

"Um, 608," Rudy spluttered.

"Unsatisfactory. I want a real name," it's voice grew dark. Anger was apparently the first emotion to react, Rudy noted. He also reminded himself to not upload that one first, maybe try joy first, or amusement. Something happy and nice.

Rudy thought for a minute, one idea after the other coming to him. "I-I don't know, why don't you ask your partner?"

"Detective Hector will not be needed any longer."

Well, if that didn't creep him out he wasn't sure what would. "Okay," a bead of sweat slipped down his forehead, the grip on his throat tightened a bit and he squeaked. "Okay, okay, okay, just give me a minute," he managed to gasp out. His head swarmed with names, common ones, too common.
Harry? Leonard? He shook his head a bit. "What about Gerard?" he flinched and hoped that the MX would let him go, he didn't care if he liked the name or not he just wanted to be free from this death grip. He knew he'd gone too far and would most likely regret it.

The synthetic nodded a bit. "That will do," and with that he threw Rudy into the wall. He crashed into the filing cabinet and fell to the floor, limp. He wasn't dead; just unconscious for what was likely to be a long time.