The bell rings. Teacher, wearing his old business suit with a stripped green vest on top, round glasses and a black helmet, watched as his students walked out of the room, talking, reading, punching eachother, or in his special student case, laughing maniacally. His orange eyes just observed, as nothing from him was felt.

He gets up and starts to pack his bag, having very few things inside. Some books, pens and materials that he used in his classes. After packing everything, he walks out of the room, heading straight for his home.

As he was walking in the clautrophobic hallways of the bunker, his expression changes from the serious one, to a more pained one, falling to one knee and dropping his bag on the ground. His chest hurt as if his core was being pierced and energy flowed out of it. He didn't notice, but one of his hands had clentched his clothes on the upper torso area. The drone leaned on the wall and started to take deep breahts, calming his systems down.

The pain started to flow away, giving room for his comfort. He stayed on the ground for some more time, making sure he was okay. After creating enough courage, he got up and picked his bag. His still emotionless eyes looked to his clothes, who were completely creased in the chest area. He let out a sight.

"I hope my suit is at least reparable" He said, quickly walking to his house.

Once inside his home, he placed the bag on the kitchen table and took his repairment box to the couch in the living room, where he sat and took his vest and suit off. He looked at his chest, seeing a big hole close to the center, entering inside his body, but not leaving. Some sparks were coming out from it, threatening to electrocute anything that comes close. However, it didn't stop Teacher from taking a tool from the box and using it to open his torso, showing his internal systems, mostly being normal, except his energy core.

The little ball that produced energy for the entire body and programs that ran in their systems, was damaged. A bullet was stuck on the side of it, distorting the right side of the ball, but not destroying it. Just the sight made Teacher's eyes narrow. He still remembered how everything happened.

He was a normal business worker. He was getting ready for another day of work, putting his business suit. Before he got out, his wife called for him, giving a kiss on his cheek, making him leave with a smile on his face. The night was normal. Saturn illuminated the planet like a beautiful moon, even if it was the contrary. That's when that fateful star fell.

From it, three angels came out and in mere seconds, dozens of them were dead. Teacher quickly ran to his home, the hope that everything will be okay still shone in his core. Until, a missile destroyed his house, right in front of his eyes. He heard screams from inside, ones that he knew very well who belonged to. One of those angels landed on top of the house's pieces. It had two pigtails and wore a clothing much similar to him. It aimed a gun at his chest and fired.

Luckily, the bullet missed his core for some centimetres, even if it still was logged inside the component. He was brought inside the bunker by some of his friends and then, taken care off. Unfortunaly, the bullet couldn't be removed; it had destroyed some important connections and it's metal was the only thing keeping him alive, but the presence of the projectile affected his energy production, making it less than comfortable for a normal life.

They gave him a choice, either die or keep going. Teacher didn't really have much left on this planet. His family had died in the attack and now, even if he chose to live, he'd live the life of a rock, incapable of moving. Most drones thought he would give up, but he decided otherwise. They gave him a choice, to either end everything or lose his movements to compensate his low energy reserves, but there had to be more things that could be sacrificed to match his low energy.

There was... His emotions. They occupied a big part of the energy invested in his body, so, he decided to get rid of them. With it, he was able to still move and live, although emotionless.

He couldn't work in his old job anymore, so he had to find a new one. He tried applicating for many of them, but all rejected him due to his lack of emotions, saying it would interfere with work, wich always bothered him.

The worker was losing hope that he would find a job, but fortunaly, he was accepted in the school as a teacher. They said the only thing he trully needed there was to know what to say, something Teacher himself disagreed on, being sure that teaching was more than just saying things, but he didn't have a choice, so he accepted. He was never interested in this job, thinking he wasn't qualified for it, ironically, because of his condition, but as time went on, he got known for this job; his original name being nearly forgotten. Not that he cared, since he was dead long ago.

Teacher snapped back to reality, having fallen asleep and dreamt of his old memories, something that was dangerous to him, since dreams took too much energy. He noticed his chest open and remembered what he was doing. He checked inside, to see if there was anything strange in it, when he saw a robot cockroach sleeping close to his core. He picked the insect up and threw it through the window, hitting a passing russian girl.

The male worker took a deep breath, searching for anything out of the ordinary, finding no results. He closed his chest and put his suit back on. He picked his green striped vest and wondered if he should put it, but when he looked in the mirror, that pigtailed drone looked back.

He leaned on the couch with his green vest on and closed his eyes, ready to shut off.