the morning had the usual frustration it always had. The lights suddenly turn on full 120 watts directly into his eyes, sadly he could not sleep with his eyes closed due to the night terrors. Funny how the body can adapt to anything over time.

"Dammit I get it! It is six in the God forsaken morning!"

Knives was in a 'Mandatory Work Week' due to his rent. bullshit, more like petty hard time. The food sucked, the room only had a cot and small toilet, and the work was always something stupid. This time around he somehow got to be a test subject to a few products, some new snack energy bar and some new cybernetics since he was 'disabled' as some have to put on paper. The best part was the Q&A at the end of each day.

As he sat up and lit his first cig of the day, the door opened as usual but this time a person was right there on the other side. "Okay... Knives was it?" said the man standing in the threshold. His head was buried in his tablet. "You are free to go."

"Wait." Knives replied as he took a long draw of his cancer stick. "It is only Wednesday, the hell gives man?"

"It seems we have all we need from you sir, your debts have been taken care for the time. Enjoy your day sir." replied corporate stooge of the modern era.

"I Still got to get up at six!?" burst Knives as he stood up to walk out, "Eat me you sadistic imp, I hope your day turns into a red tape disaster, just hours of paper work for you to sift through!"
The man got out of the way as Knives got close. In a way he was rather scary, he was lanky but the street lean, and the metal arm ending in rather sharp looking fingers, he did look like your worse alleyway nightmare brought to life. since he was that close he blew a whole lung-full in the pencil jockey's face.

after a few final sign this and whatnot, he was outside.

"FINALLY!" He shouted and then took in a deep breath, " Ahhh I do miss that city air, not as much fish market today, more like..." He too a second to think "yuck, drain pipe-ish." he started to walk down the street to the monorail, should be one after a while...

The sound of the monorail over head snapped Atrix out from his deep sleep. Wiping the drool the from the back of his hand he stood up to greet yet another wonderful day in paradise, as he looked up the sun had a nice blue tin to it as it tried to pierce the smog this day. Looking around from the bench he woke up at Atrix could tell he was far from paradise.

"What time is it.." Atrix mumbled to himself looking down at watch the digital screen reading back six in the morning. His stomach began to rumble, he had almost forgotten it has been three days since his last meal.

"Time to grab a bite to eat" Atrix chuckled to himself. He began making his way up the street, he was in the middle district, shops and restaurants dotted the street as he walked by smelling the enchanting smell of fresh bread and cooked meats. Dressed as he is he did not blend very well with the crowed of people making there way to work like drones. Passing by some street stalls now Atrix was trying to figure out a way to swipe some much needed food. He spotted his chance, some stall owner arguing with some rather heavy set lady about prices being to high, wasent his fault grain and meat is hard to get now days with the food shortage going on, and by looking at he looks like missing a meal would not hurt her one bit. Sneaking in closer pretending to be a spectator to this argument he saw on his left a rather nice loaf of bread, watching closely waiting for the right moment his army shot down and snatched the loaf. The owner turned around at the wrong time to see him lifting the bread

"Oh shit!" Atrix exclaimed and began to run down the street making his way to the back ally. The shop owner began yelling "Stop thief" but it was to late, Atrix has done this dozen of times and was far faster then the aging shop owner. Laughing to himself as he made his escape he ducked into an abandoned building, sitting there for a moment just to make sure no one had followed him he began breaking off chunks of the bread and stuffing them in his face, he noticed the bread had mold on it, it did not bother him it was the freshest meal he has had for sometime.

As he was waiting he remember something, he was ganked up so fast he did not have his rail pass so he would have to pay out of pocket. he sifted through his possessions and found his cred stick, only 120 left which was enough for a soda out of a machine and maybe a quick bite. "Well there is always other ways to get around." he muttered to himself in the crowd, he blended in well enough other then his arm. He may have been dressed oddly but it was the trend among teen and he could pass like he was barely twenty.

The monorail showed right after he spent his last few creds into getting a can of cheery cola. he waited close to the side of it but away from the door. after the doors closed, the train began to move. as the back end came to the dock, Knives held out his mechanical arm to 'Catch' a ride anyway. The train would be in C Block, where he lived, soon enough but he was thinking of going further up town, there was a nice crowded market to get some food, maybe a few loose credits while he was at it.

After finishing his meal of pilfered bread Atrix sat back and relaxed for a moment After some time Atrix pulled out a small tablet from his inner jacket pocket, a little beaten up but still works he opened up a file, in this file there was photos, blue prints time schedules and more, it was for a cybernetic research facility. Atrix began to smile as he day dreamed on how he would one day break in, oh the knowledge and technology to be had he got excited just thinking of it. Looking down at his own gauntlets they was a bit dated for sure but they worked, he hid them well with a pair of gloves, no need to draw unwanted attention. Atrix sat back day dreaming.

There was usually a lot of odd time on your hands riding this way on the rails. It was not like you could move much leaning on the back of the train and you could not go in without getting busted. At least there was a nice spot Knives found on most of the older models due to them having a small service platform for people to stand and lean when needed for cleaning up on the side of the rails. This one however was one of the nicer ones heading to a near high end market block so he had to keep his claw polarized to keep grip which put strain on the socket. it was not bad when you had something like he was with the cherry cola, though it tasted like it had been in the machine for a while. The flat taste did not bother him, but that heavy metallic taste mixed with the extra preservatives started to taste like battery acid. The final and saving grace to this was it was not THAT far from the MWW building he was roosted up in.

His exit was finally around the corner. Wait was trash day today or tomorrow at market? he had to wonder for his next move would be based on this question Dammit I can't remember, guess I got to chance it. with that he let go midway on the last turn and fell into an empty dumpster in an alley next to a few abandoned buildings off the strip.

"GGGAAAAAAAAAHH IT WAS TODAY! HELL!" He shouted after the thud of his arm making the dumpster ring like a gong. Knives decided he was going to lay there a sec to catch his breath for a moment.

The sky outside began to darken, bolts of lighting screamed across the sky, rumbles of thunder bellowed out. It was another infamous storm that seemed happen a lot, the chemical saturated rain drops began to hit the ground, another result of the paradise and all the industrial byproducts make for a wonderful storm cocktail. Days like today reminded him of his past..of how he became the man he is today.
Atrix began to drift off into a nap when he heard a thud come from the nearby dumpster close to the building he was taking shelter in, started Atrix shot up ready for anything, he looked around, no one was near him. Atrix decided to check outside, maybe some one discarded something that he could use, after all scavenging was key in his survival. Atrix stepped outside, the rain was coming down in droves now. Making his way over to the dumster where he had heard the sound coming from he pulled him self up and peered into it. Much to his surprise, there was a man in it. "Um..Hello!: Atrix yelled into the dumpster..

Knives watch the clouds start to form and welcomed the burn of the rain, least it helped sooth the ache of the fifteen foot drop he suffered. Not long after he laid there there was a weathered face over the edge of the dumpster. My luck must be changing, someone who actually says hi. He thought to himself laying there.

"And a good morning to you too!" he tried to sit up but both arms were out of commission and he needed at least one good arm to fix his bionic one. Alas he just flopped around the bottom of the dumpster like a fish out of water. "Hey could you lest do me the favor of at least sitting me up and maybe helping me pop my arm back into socket?"

"Sure thing" he said, as he lifted the man out of the dumpster and laid him on the ground. "Now this might hurt a bit.." in one quick motion Atrix grabbed the mans arm and gave it a nice push. "That should do it"

He had to notice the guy may have not look like much but he got him out pretty fast to be any old hobo on the street. Not to mention he arm was popped back into place like he done this a couple of times.

"God that feels tons better, nice timing on your part." he reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a speed wrench and his pack of smokes as he leaned against the wall of the building. after lighting one for himself, he held the pack out with one slightly out for the guy to grab.

"By the way," Started knives taking a better look at the shabby clothes he wore. "you are a little too street to be on this end. You don't have any window cleaner and rag sooo what, food getting that hard to find near C-block?"