Acetyl/Stereotypes

Prometheans: I still owe them some gratitude for helping me while I was still feral. But they've never forgiven me for joining Zephyr, and I've never forgiven them for begrudging me my free choice. I have friends among them still - but when I get attacked by another agent while on patrol, it's almost always a Promethean.

Zephyr: What can I say? I am a man of learning. I like books, and living inside. (Well... most of the time.) Above all, I value learning. Knowledge. Understanding. Hence, I'm a Zephyr man. But that doesn't make me a fool. So long as I remain useful and keep from getting into too much trouble, they keep their distance. But they're watching. There's a certain purity to their mercantile ways. All in the name of science... and money. To fund more science, of course. Wink.

RSX: More power to them. I don't miss the bad old you ess of aye, but if other people want to rebuild what's dead and gone, who am I to tell them not to? It's their freedom. They can surrender it if they want. I can't say I don't envy their psychological inoculations, though.

Survivors: I can understand that. I can even envy it. I work best alone most of the time myself. But I get my ass kicked too often to want to give up my access to Zephyr's triage bay.