"Designation Alpha. Smart A.I. You know that. Director, please." He's trying for annoyed, for blistering and arsenic and irritation, but he's too irresolute, flagging and failing from perceived hours of exhaustion, laboring over the same no-win scenarios.

He stumbles upright, trying to force legs he doesn't realize belong to him into motion. It feels like he should be shorn open and blown apart, armor cracked and bleeding black into the flowers.

When did he acquire this particular holo-avatar?