Adam heard the steps coming down the hall, despite the steel door to his room. Auditory implants picked up the even steps approaching his room. He knew few had access here. It would either be Mr. Haart or Victor. He doubted the young lady that fled would return. Why would she?
As such, Adam stood and crossed the room to the door, Turing off his night vision and flicking the lights on. Whoever it was would prefer the light even if He would prefer the dark. The knock was louder than it would be to most, but not so much that it affected much. Adam heard Mr. Haart’s voice from the other side.
Adam. Mr. Haart had always used his name. It was a nice change from his code name. It made him feel human again. Adam wasn’t sure he still was human or not. He was a man/machine hybrid. Many would see him as a monster. He was something that existed but shouldn’t. Most who looked upon his scarred visage would likely not look farther as the young woman had.
The question Mr. Haart asked struck Adam was odd. Of course he was decent. Adam didn’t wander around his room without clothes on. He covered as much as possible, hiding the body scars from view. He even wore long sleeves to cover his arms. Only his neck, face, scarred left hand and metallic right hand could be seen. Still - the question meant Mr. Haart respected his privacy.
”I am, Mr. Haart,” he said, moving to a table at the side of his accomdations. He leaned on it, and turned his head slightly, showing his back to the opening door. Mr. Haart didn’t seem as upset at his scars as others did, but he wasn’t quite sure he wanted him to see - especially after the incident with the young lady. ”You may enter.” it wasn’t a command. Adam didn’t have authority over the head of Paragon. It was simply a welcome.
As such, Adam stood and crossed the room to the door, Turing off his night vision and flicking the lights on. Whoever it was would prefer the light even if He would prefer the dark. The knock was louder than it would be to most, but not so much that it affected much. Adam heard Mr. Haart’s voice from the other side.
Adam. Mr. Haart had always used his name. It was a nice change from his code name. It made him feel human again. Adam wasn’t sure he still was human or not. He was a man/machine hybrid. Many would see him as a monster. He was something that existed but shouldn’t. Most who looked upon his scarred visage would likely not look farther as the young woman had.
The question Mr. Haart asked struck Adam was odd. Of course he was decent. Adam didn’t wander around his room without clothes on. He covered as much as possible, hiding the body scars from view. He even wore long sleeves to cover his arms. Only his neck, face, scarred left hand and metallic right hand could be seen. Still - the question meant Mr. Haart respected his privacy.
”I am, Mr. Haart,” he said, moving to a table at the side of his accomdations. He leaned on it, and turned his head slightly, showing his back to the opening door. Mr. Haart didn’t seem as upset at his scars as others did, but he wasn’t quite sure he wanted him to see - especially after the incident with the young lady. ”You may enter.” it wasn’t a command. Adam didn’t have authority over the head of Paragon. It was simply a welcome.
Intelligence is knowing Frankenstein wasn’t the monster; Wisdom is knowing Frankenstein was the monster.