She was the oldest manufactured full robot of the lot currently housed in the lab, and that meant Sinthia required more downtime for repairs than the others--or it would have, if the others hadn't been remarkably talented at getting into situations that predicated they be repaired first. She was better at staying out of physical trouble, at least; it was a fact for which she would have been proud, if the emotional response matrix in her processor had been programmed for that.

Early in the mornings was when she hooked herself up for updates and information download to her storage server, long since practiced with the wires that plugged into her neck and back, and behind one ear. It necessitated that her visuals were offline while memory from her eyes was gathered but she never fidgeted during the process, laying still on the cot, on her stomach instead. The steady mechanical whirr of the internal cooling system powered by her breathing was the only thing that broke the silence, or would be until one of the others came in.


[ooc: consider this open forever, I guess? still working out kinks but so excite.]