As the Professor walked up to containment chamber 13A, Kevin's bionic gaze met his cold, brown eyes shaded by bushy gray eyebrows. Only the polished glass separated man and cyborg. Inside the containment chamber, Kevin was little more than a specimen to be observed and studied in a controlled enclosure.
"Good morning, Kevin Lee Smith," the Professor said calmly. "I am Professor Leroy Jenkins."
"What place is this? Is this some kind of research facility?" Kevin asked moving close to the glass window.
"No, it isn't. But you are safe here."
"Why did you bring me here? And why the hell am I inside a cell?"
"I did not bring you here. But don't worry; you'll get time to thank the one who dragged you to our home. And to answer your second question: you are inside a containment chamber because you are quite a dangerous piece of craftsmanship. I would not like to endanger my life by letting a killer cyborg loose."
"What are you going to do with me?"
