The security chief didn't often get away from his office, not that he usually wanted to. There was something comforting about knowing what was going on throughout the base and surrounding area at all times.
Being constantly locked in with the monitors didn't do much to help with the rumors pervading the base about Red being 'glitched'. He didn't mind though, the stigma kept people away and let him get his work done all that much faster, among other things.
It was late, far too late for anyone other than those on the graveyard shift to be doing anything other than sleeping. Everything running quietly in the background on automatic and giving Red a chance to plug into his station for a quick recharge.
Station assisted recharges weren't quite as restful as shutting down for a full period on a berth but they got the job done. Allowing mechs to work for almost an entire fortnight, alert, instead of the now standard ten hours that being on Earth had instated.
Leaning back in his chair and checking the local time, the Lamborghini chuckled. Making sure the door was locked before flicking on the monitor to his left and surfing through the human channels.
Honestly, if he ever caught any of the mechs they brought in to 'help' him doing this he would throw a fit. What was that saying? Do as I say, not what I do? No matter, he felt he had earned a bit of a break for the moment. It wasn't like Teletran couldn't watch the monitors for a while with everything as quiet as it was.
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Being constantly locked in with the monitors didn't do much to help with the rumors pervading the base about Red being 'glitched'. He didn't mind though, the stigma kept people away and let him get his work done all that much faster, among other things.
It was late, far too late for anyone other than those on the graveyard shift to be doing anything other than sleeping. Everything running quietly in the background on automatic and giving Red a chance to plug into his station for a quick recharge.
Station assisted recharges weren't quite as restful as shutting down for a full period on a berth but they got the job done. Allowing mechs to work for almost an entire fortnight, alert, instead of the now standard ten hours that being on Earth had instated.
Leaning back in his chair and checking the local time, the Lamborghini chuckled. Making sure the door was locked before flicking on the monitor to his left and surfing through the human channels.
Honestly, if he ever caught any of the mechs they brought in to 'help' him doing this he would throw a fit. What was that saying? Do as I say, not what I do? No matter, he felt he had earned a bit of a break for the moment. It wasn't like Teletran couldn't watch the monitors for a while with everything as quiet as it was.
(derp *head -> desk*)