A groan leaves him as he sits up, the cyborg surrounded by rubble and debris. He stands, dusting himself off before studying the carnage around him. ". . . . . . . She isn't going to like this."

He stretches, servos softly whirring as he sighs once again. He steps over broken stone and metal, sometimes even coming across a corpse. He mutters to himself as he moves to leave the scene of this destruction. At least he was able to handle a competitor.

"Mrm. I still can't get used to the fact I can't yawn in this body . . . ."

Construction work is being done today. He oversees the operation, carrying bundles of I-beams around as if they were made of paper. The augmented workers all hum and sing as the work continues on. At this pace, they should be done before the day is out.

"Hrm? Interesting conversations in this place . . . ."

"Jeez. I forgot how ruthless business meetings can be." His jacket is on fire.

"Ah. How useless. They came all this way to protest, yet they can't stand by it." There's a pile of broken bodies set next to him, the majority of the people injured severely. He's already called an ambulance. After all, he isn't a monster.

A sharp exhale, steam venting from several ports. This felt . . . refreshing. He was due for an upgrade anyway.

"Mrm. Loud tonight. Perimeter seems clear though. Hrmph."