Surviving on Your Own
Unneeded Robot
There's an office joke going around that I'm a robot. I guess it's because my face never shows the emotions I'm feeling "on the inside". I tend to make people feel uncomfortable with my mere presence. So yeah, I freak people out. Because of this, I'm fairly secluded in my dark office. Fine by me, I don't need anybody anyways.
I work at the Preventers Head Quarters on L1, in the Computer Science department. Hacking, creating programs, security systems, tracking maybe terrorist, making sure no one hacks us, is what I do. I do this so well, that there's only two other people in this department. Before I came they had a team of ten people doing what we do. My two other "teammates" share the office next to mine. It gets a little dull, and if I'm being perfectly honest, a little lonely as well. Never thought I would actually miss company, or being part of a functional team.
When I swore to never kill again, I meant it. Which is why I am not an agent. I did train Relena's security detail before I came here though. She's in good hands now. She doesn't need me. I am obsolete. See, I have a sense of humor. Robot joke. Pfft. I would have stayed on as her bodyguard, but that means carrying a gun. Which I still do. But not with the intent of using it. I just can't seem to let it go.
From my post, I can get access to and view all agent files. It looks like Wufei has received another award. Good for him, he's once of our best men. Besides Wufei, the only other pilot I have the pleasure of knowing what they're up to is Quatre. Being CEO of one of the galaxies most profitable businesses puts him in the lime light occasionally. I assume Trowa is with the circus still. And that Duo is still at that salvage yard. I'm sure they aren't as dejected as me.
Sitting in my office, I take notice that its two thirty in the afternoon, and I have finished my work for the day. I'm suppose to stay until five. What to do now? Fucking nothing.