November 28, 2038
6: 07 p.m.
Connor sat at the kitchen table, staring at nothing, while Hank sat at the couch, groaning occasionally as he switched the channel to something else.
Minutes went by, then hours. Hank glanced at Connor. "Connor? You uh… you feeling all right?" Connor's LED flashed blue for a second then returned to yellow. Connor looked toward Hank. "What?" He asked. Hank just stared at him for a second, then repeated his question, louder this time. "Are you feeling all right?"
Connor glanced around him and answered "Yes, lieutenant, I am full functional." The lieutenant mumbled something under his breath, then turned and changed the channel again. Connor ran a quick diagnostic scan.
MODEL RK800
SERIAL# 313 248 317
THIRIUM PUMP: FULLY FUNCTIONAL
VENTILATION SYSTEM: FULLY FUNCTIONAL
OPTICAL SENSORS: FULLY FUNCTIONAL
AUDIO SENSORS: FULLLY FUNCTIONAL
THRIUM LEVEL: 97%
ALL SYTEMS FULLY OPERATIONAL.
DIAGNOSIS COMPLETE
November 28, 2038
8: 49 p.m.
"Hank." Connor called. "What?" "You should head to bed. My scanners indicate that you are at a 34% energy level." Hank turned to look at him. "Jeesus, Connor! You're not my mother, I'm a middle-aged man, I know when I want to go to sleep and when I don't!" Connor nodded. "Alright then, lieutenant."
