Something was going on. When he'd first woken up, there had been a status quo. It hadn't been a particularly appealing one, but the danger had come from the Computer and its occasionally malfunctioning components. Now there was something more subversive going on: murder. If he could reach the cause to its roots, he would likely find the Computer as well, but since pointing that out was treason, they were going to have to come at this from a different angle. You could only punish individuals for so long before having to tackle the underlying problem.

Evenings were no longer the time to be active, instead they were his refuge. They were the time when he could lose himself in the gym. Before, they'd simply been that. Refuge. Now, most days, it was closer to training. If they were going to have to deal with murders and riots in addition to the usual nonsense, he was going to need all his wits about him.

But tonight he'd found someone in the armory that was a little more old-school than he was used to seeing. He'd found a bow. A decent one, too, although it wasn't one of the ones he'd custom-built himself. It felt good to have a bow in his hands and he eyed the target for a moment before letting loose one, two, three arrows.

He wondered if he could requisition one of these. Or maybe find the material to build his own.