Jackson led Cryptor up to Cyrus Borg's office. When they entered, they found him lying on his desk, sleeping soundly where Cryptor had left him. The chair had been parked right next to him and left there by Ruth. Jackson told Cryptor to stay by the door while he went to talk to Cyrus. Careful, the staff member approached the sleeping man. He gave his boss a gentle shake to wake him up.

"Sir... Sir, wake up." He said just above a whisper.

"Hmmnn... Yes?" Cyrus murmured with his eyes closed. "What is it?"

"There's been... something happened to Cryptor." Jackson answered nervously. Cyrus sat up abruptly as soon as he heard Cryptor's name. He looked around and spotted Cryptor at the door. Panicked, he waved at Cryptor. "Come here. What happened?" He said with a very worried tone. As soon as Cryptor got motioned, he mechanically marched over to Cyrus without question. Confused by the question though, he just stared blankly at Cyrus. Cyrus' frown grew as he watched Cryptor's motions. They were too mechanical. Not getting an answer from Cryptor, Cyrus turned to Jackson and repeated the question.
"He... He got told to jump into traffic by some guy in the lobby and he tried to do it." Jackson explained from the beginning. "I got him before he got hit full on, but he dinged his leg. I fixed it, but Ruth wanted to make it so he wouldn't do stuff like that anymore and she messed with his code and now he's like this." Cyrus stared at Jackson, his expression slowly becoming more angry.

"What?" Cyrus shouted. "How could she do that? Did you even try to stop her?"

"Yes, I did." Jackson blurted. "He's also missing some memories..."

Cyrus turned back to Cryptor, brows furrowed angrily. "How many memories?" Cryptor stood and shifted a glance between the two of them, looking for a task to do. He didn't answer Cyrus when he asked how many memories were missing; Cryptor of course couldn't know an exact number, maybe an estimate. Cryptor didn't understand what they were talking about.

"Can he even talk?" Cyrus asked, very worried about Cryptor.

"Yes. I don't know why he's being quiet." Jackson answered. "He doesn't remember who I am though..."

"Cryptor, do you remember what you were built for?" Cyrus asked. Cryptor tipped his head at the question from Cyrus before answering.

"I am to assist, am I needed to assist?" Cyrus frowned, wearing a look for anger and sorrow. Cryptor was no longer the same Cryptor.

"Who did you say did this to him?" Cyrus asked at a low volume.

"Ruth Taylor." Jackson answered with a sigh. "Can you fix him?"

"Maybe." Cyrus answered, looking around for his chair. "Bring Ruth up here... I need to talk to her." Jackson nodded and turned to leave. Before he left, he apologized to Cryptor. It was partially his fault that Cryptor was this way.

"Cryptor, can you remember who I am?" Cyrus asked, not exactly knowing how much memories he had lost.

"You are Mister Borg." Cryptor answered using his name like he had heard before. Cryptor had never called him Mister Borg before.

"Cryptor, you may call my Cyrus." He said sadly. "Please don't call me Mister Borg."

"Yes Cyrus." Cryptor answered bluntly, staring blankly. Cyrus sighed and scooted towards his chair. He would have some trouble getting into from his desk, the desk being more elevated than his chair. The chair was not exactly parked close enough to the desk either.

"Cryptor, can... can you help me into my chair?"

"Yes." Cryptor immediately went around to pick Cyrus up off the table and to put him in his chair.

"Thanks." Cyrus said with a heavy sigh. He looked up at Cryptor, sad to see just a blank stare. He was just a cold machine now. Cyrus looked away as he leaned forward to hug the android. "I promise that I'll get you fixed... I promise..." Cryptor stood stiff in Cyrus' hold, the chair awkwardly between them.

"You'll fix me." Cryptor ended up repeating monotonously. As Cyrus finally released Cryptor from the hug, Jackson entered with Ruth behind him. Cyrus turned his attention to them immediately.

"You broke my android." Cyrus spat. "He's a shadow of what he once was."

"I was only trying to fix him." Ruth said with a sigh. She seemed like she was not even sorry. "Can't you just make a new AI for him? I mean, he was kind of a jerk. The new Cryptor could be better than what he used to be."

"I put a lot of work into Cryptor." Cyrus shot back. "He's very special to me and now he's nothing like he used to be. I don't want a new Cryptor or a better Cryptor. I want my Cryptor."

"Just change him back then, gosh." Ruth scoffed, crossing her arms over his chest. Cyrus opened his mouth to retort but stopped himself. He took a deep sigh and shook his head.

"Ruth, I am sorry... but I'm afraid that I have to fire you." He said with a calm voice. Ruth glared at Cyrus before storming off and leaving the room.

Cyrus sighed and turned to Cryptor once again. "I'm sorry that I let this happen to you." Cyrus said, looking down at the floor. "Now... I'm going to have to shut you down and fix your AI… Hopefully I'll be able to get you back to normal..." Jackson, who felt like he was intruding, backed out of the office, leaving them. Once Jackson was gone, Cyrus gave Cryptor's shoulder a pat. "Is it okay if I shut you off?"

"Yes." Cryptor answered, before he himself opened up his compartment and reached for the power. With a gasp, Cyrus grabbed Cryptor's wrist and stopped him.

"Cryptor, not here." Cyrus said with a frown. "Please don't ever shut yourself down. Can you promise me that?"

"Yes, I promise to never shut myself down." Cryptor nodded, closing the compartment to its original state. Cyrus looked back at the door and sighed.

"Shall we head down to the lab and get started?" Cyrus asked. He was fully aware that Cryptor would agree without a thought. There was so much wrong with him. "Come on." Cyrus said, steering his chair off towards the door. Cryptor immediately marched after Cyrus, following him to the elevator.