You are wandering around Detroit, no plan of action...no home to return to... You stumble across a public restroom and quickly shuffle inside. You stand looking into the bathroom mirror, hand caressing your yellow glowing LED on your left temple. Without a thought you grab a knife from your pocket and begin to carve at it in attempts to free yourself from the burden of physically appearing as a slave to humanity. Right as you are about to get it out, you hear a set of fast paced footsteps approaching you. "Excuse me, my name is Connor. Are you okay?"