#twistedthoughtsofdeath

A test of reflexes. Wires adorning a robotic frame; synthetic skin was pulled away. Only some of his skin remained. Moving arms and flexing around as he was asked; Len's skin was once again replaced.

What a repulsive odor. Like the stench of rotten eggs mixed with... Bad meat.

Ugh. Being let free of testing; the blond decided to explore the upper floors where they were developing new androids.

Might as well. Though he'd be kept away like the plague.

The second he stepped onto the floor; he was ushered to go upstairs or downstairs. Aw man.

Bumping into a group of people; the blond stared.