If one of us sees a rat or a bug, he materializes to get rid of it. Whether any of us like to admit it or not, he's our honorary protector. Sometimes I wonder if Mother approves of his unspoken title or not--her wrinkled jaw tightens when he succeeds at helping us, as if it's a wrong doing. Our world wouldn't be half the place it is now without his designing and handiwork.

Nero. He's rather...careless. His eyes are usually fixated on the steel boundaries. These common phrases are his favorite, "Why do we need to do this?", "What is this going to