GRAHAM SPECTER

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Username: WRENCH
Civilian Identity: Garrett Russo, scrapyard worker
Age: 20
Species: Human
Origin: Chicago, Illinois, USA

A trolley is headed down the tracks at high speed, towards a fork. On its current path, five people are tied to the tracks. You stand in front of a lever to switch the tracks to the other path, where only one person is tied to the tracks. Assume the trolley cannot be safely stopped before it hits the people, and they cannot be freed before the trolley gets there. What do you do?

i'd dismantle the trolley track before it got there don't tell me i'm not fast enough to do it it's the one thing in this world i know i am good at!! i can do it

[Hello, base. Remember this guy? Seems as if LILITH learned their lesson from the last time they called him in for duty. Using some extra sedatives this time, and leaving a written explanation of what's going on as opposed to leaving it to the haunting voice of Synthia, means the base gets a little more peace. For now.

Graham went home not remembering his brief time here, and when he returned, it all seems like a weird dream. Even currently being here feels strange and detached, and he's laying around in a depressive fit hoping that LILITH changes their mind again and once again returns him home. He's not found in the cafeteria or his new quarters, but in a chair in the common area. There is a small young man balled up with his knees to his chest, his oversized regulation sweatshirt pulled up over his head just enough that you can't see his face, just the top of his head and his blonde hair. Clutched in his arms is a large wrench, the size of an adult's arm, held close to Graham as if it was somehow comforting. He doesn't know who is nearby or if anyone is, but that won't prevent him from talking and lamenting his new situation.]

Am I lucky, or unlucky? Lucky to be dragged across the cosmos to some strange place for the second time, or unlucky to be chosen for conscription? Lucky to be needed so badly by anyone, or unlucky because out of everyone in existence, they choose me? Who is unlucky, me or them? Or both?!

[LILITH would have done better to not tell Graham these were simulations. Knowing that it's all fake, despite how incredibly realistic it all is, depresses him to a whole new level. Fighting and dismantling things that are fake will bring him no satisfaction at all. He wants no part of it. However, LILITH is being super insistent on everyone doing their absolutely best, and they can't quit until they make a good showing. Fine, then. If that's what they want. Graham literally has to drag himself up from laying in the middle of a chaotic streets of Seoul, wrench in hand and scowl on his face as he eyes up the impossibly gigantic creature. As soon as it gets close to the ground, Graham rushes at it.]

How can you expect me to enjoy an illusion?! What am I to gain from facing a figment of a computer's imagination?! I hate this!

[So he says while he runs full-tilt at the dragon, jumping onto its back, and begins to use his wrench to pull one of those giant scales right off its back. Such a feat shouldn't be a normal person, and while Graham doesn't have super powers or special abilities, he's having little trouble doing that with nothing but his giant crescent wrench. A primal yell from Graham and a screech of pain from the imugi, and off goes the scale. Maybe you should get in there and help him, or aim for that freshly opened weak spot.]

[Sending Graham on any sort of mission is a bad idea. He has a history botching plans, even ones of his own making. Not only that, he talks way too much and is far too easily distracted to ever be a successful undercover agent. Maybe you can try to keep him on task as he chats the ears off confused and annoyed black market vendors, or try to pull him away from buying too many little gadgets he can take home to disassemble. He's currently marveling at the 2278 equivalent of a Bluetooth speaker being sold by someone who'd really wish he'd pay for it already.]

Everything here is so incredible! Truly, if there is any real joy in being brought here, it's in the countless new things I've been finding!

[Then, as if he's done it a thousand times, Graham opens the unit up and disassembles the whole thing in a manner of seconds. All of the pieces are laid out on the vendor's table neatly in the order in which he removed them, unharmed and unscratched. Graham looks elated, and the booth's vendor is dumbfounded. But not for long. You might want to do something about your partner's rudeness, whether it's to pay, make him pay, or get out of here before the vendor decides to start breaking some legs.]

[OOC: Hello this is Lan/hellglass if you want to plan anything! I am actually apping him this time so help for my sample requirement appreciated]