Kluster shifts slightly in his rest cycle, tucked under two blankets, enough to provide the heat to make sure his internal components stayed at a nominal temperature through the night.
He groaned slightly as his audio sensors picked up the sounds of the alarm clock a few feet from his head. Each shrieking beep exactly 1.214 seconds after the next. He poked a hand out from under the covers, his hand overshooting the location of the lock by a few inches. Kluster pulled his hand back an bit, this time making sure to smack the snooze button with a satisfied sigh.
The Kybernetic bolted his head out from under the covers as he could have sword he'd heard the clock scoff at him for hitting it so violently. He looked to the clock, the numbers "7:15" flashing lazily in their red glow. A minute passed and the little feeling he got deep in his sub-processors never returned.
He sighed, passing the notion off as data fragmentation or something similar. He'd need to run a diagnostics of his CPU later. He pulled himself out of bed, feeling a little off balance as he tried to stand. Such a feeling taking a back seat as he realized he stood only in his underwear, the scraps of his pajama pants laying in his sheets.
Kluster let out a surprised yip as he pulled the blankets onto his frame, embarrassment of being found on his deep blue underwear overwriting all other possible emotions he could be feeling at the moment.
With a free hand, he reached for his dresser, pulling out one of his more favorite shirts, a simple tee that was black with the G-Corp. logo on it. He groaned in frustration and confusion as he noted the shirt would be particularly small on him now...unless he felt like having his mid section shown.
Kluster made for the door to call Shad for assistance, stopping as he felt a food collide with something on his floor and sending the Kybernetic to the ground. He lifted the covered, his optical cameras finding the medium sized box lying right in the middle of his flood.
He sat up, pulling the box over to him. It was wrapped in a simple red ribbon and looked like a birthday present, minus the wrapping. The tag taped to the box's side reading: "Well...here ya go".
Kluster raised an eyebrow at the card, though passed it as he opened the box. A couple changes of clothes lay inside, much larger then his old ones, could be found inside. He pulled out a pair of dark blue cargo pants and black converse shoes. What surprised him the most was a shirt that almost screamed to be the one to replace his old G-Corp one.
It was black, same as his old ones, though instead of a G-Corp logo, it showed off the old banner for "Space Paranoids", the classic arcade game that turned ENCOM into a major software company.
He shrugged slightly, fitting himself into the new clothes before making his way out into the dinning area. He gave the toaster a dirty look as he could have sworn it was complaining about the jelly stain on its side.
Kluster sat himself at the table with an exasperated sigh, noting a second later that Shad was busy with his face in a word search in the morning newspaper.
Shad turned his head for a second, noting Kluster's appearance at the table. It took about seven and a half seconds before something registered in his head that Kluster was now just barely shorter then he was. Similar to Kluster, Shad fell from his chair with a surprised yip, followed by a groan as he tumbled to the floor.
"'Morining, dad." Kluster greeted, picking up the Entertainment section of the newspaper before shoving a piece of toast into his mouth. Having an internal fusion generator felt slightly less awkward then having an extension cord in unsavory places.
He groaned slightly as his audio sensors picked up the sounds of the alarm clock a few feet from his head. Each shrieking beep exactly 1.214 seconds after the next. He poked a hand out from under the covers, his hand overshooting the location of the lock by a few inches. Kluster pulled his hand back an bit, this time making sure to smack the snooze button with a satisfied sigh.
The Kybernetic bolted his head out from under the covers as he could have sword he'd heard the clock scoff at him for hitting it so violently. He looked to the clock, the numbers "7:15" flashing lazily in their red glow. A minute passed and the little feeling he got deep in his sub-processors never returned.
He sighed, passing the notion off as data fragmentation or something similar. He'd need to run a diagnostics of his CPU later. He pulled himself out of bed, feeling a little off balance as he tried to stand. Such a feeling taking a back seat as he realized he stood only in his underwear, the scraps of his pajama pants laying in his sheets.
Kluster let out a surprised yip as he pulled the blankets onto his frame, embarrassment of being found on his deep blue underwear overwriting all other possible emotions he could be feeling at the moment.
With a free hand, he reached for his dresser, pulling out one of his more favorite shirts, a simple tee that was black with the G-Corp. logo on it. He groaned in frustration and confusion as he noted the shirt would be particularly small on him now...unless he felt like having his mid section shown.
Kluster made for the door to call Shad for assistance, stopping as he felt a food collide with something on his floor and sending the Kybernetic to the ground. He lifted the covered, his optical cameras finding the medium sized box lying right in the middle of his flood.
He sat up, pulling the box over to him. It was wrapped in a simple red ribbon and looked like a birthday present, minus the wrapping. The tag taped to the box's side reading: "Well...here ya go".
Kluster raised an eyebrow at the card, though passed it as he opened the box. A couple changes of clothes lay inside, much larger then his old ones, could be found inside. He pulled out a pair of dark blue cargo pants and black converse shoes. What surprised him the most was a shirt that almost screamed to be the one to replace his old G-Corp one.
It was black, same as his old ones, though instead of a G-Corp logo, it showed off the old banner for "Space Paranoids", the classic arcade game that turned ENCOM into a major software company.
He shrugged slightly, fitting himself into the new clothes before making his way out into the dinning area. He gave the toaster a dirty look as he could have sworn it was complaining about the jelly stain on its side.
Kluster sat himself at the table with an exasperated sigh, noting a second later that Shad was busy with his face in a word search in the morning newspaper.
Shad turned his head for a second, noting Kluster's appearance at the table. It took about seven and a half seconds before something registered in his head that Kluster was now just barely shorter then he was. Similar to Kluster, Shad fell from his chair with a surprised yip, followed by a groan as he tumbled to the floor.
"'Morining, dad." Kluster greeted, picking up the Entertainment section of the newspaper before shoving a piece of toast into his mouth. Having an internal fusion generator felt slightly less awkward then having an extension cord in unsavory places.
