Jazz opened his eyes, awaking swiftly from the induced sleep. No matter how many times it happened, waking always left Jazz angry; especially since the operation. He groaned as he left his station, finding his jacket hanging outside, exactly where he had left it one month ago. Grimacing slightly, he threw the coat over his large frame, and pulled a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of his left breast pocket. He took one out and lit it, putting the butt of the cig into his sour countenance.

Jazz headed off slowly and steadily to the mess hall, knowing that he would need food, and rather soon. He arrived before the rush, it seemed. He guessed that most probably went to take care of other things.

Jazz grabbed two trays heaped high with food, whatever was available. His mechanical functions were run by his human metabolism, with a tich of solar paneling, so he needed to eat a lot. Jazz quickly downed his first tray: scrambled eggs, french toast, and pork sausages. He savored the second, two tender, juicy steaks.

Sated, Jazz leaned back, and sighed. It was time this meeting started.

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Once upon a time, there was a man called Jazzturbation, and he posted upon a forum... and then left when life became hectic and left him behind. Months later, he returned to that same forum... but had forgotten his password, and so created a new identity to use as his own.

I am that man.