The day had barely begun, yet it had already drained half his mental reserves. In the background, his mind worked vigorously to scrub away the re-education courses from his memory banks and into a library deep in the dark recesses of his mind. By the time, he was led to yet another room, the synthezoid turned human was more than a little wary of the stranger he was presented too.

"Vision," he answered, as his eyes fell to her taking in every detail, allowing each to be analyzed and quantified to build a personality-type.

"Thank you," he offered. "For your time."