I'm Not A Simp.

An alarm rang through the building, it's never been a cause of concern it's just their way of waking us up. We don't technically have ears but we do have audio receptors, so trying to stop the noise is pointless.

On days like these I simply stare at the top of my squad mates bunk until the alarm stops. I've never been one for waking up, a few times I'd sleep through the alarm and our captain would get all big and mean to me when I did.

"Come on #1028, you don't want to meet the Grizzly do you?" It was speakerman #6438

I glanced at him before continuing my rest on the bed, "no, I don't." I answered.

I could hear him try to give off a sigh through his speaker, "I don't know how someone can be so tired, considering that we don't feel tired." 

"I just think it's nice." I replied plainly.

"Right," he slapped my foot. "Why don't you just stay up?" 

"Because I'd overheat." I turned away from him.

He chuckled, "yeah, barely. It's fine to stay up for a day or two." 

"Well I don't like doing that." I looked at him.

He got up and started putting on his suit, it was the dull gray suit with the only notable feature being his blue tie. "Well, try to get dressed before roll call." 

He left the room, leaving me and a few others left inside. I slumped back into my bed, the idea of powering off right now was stupid. Lately however, I've been feeling unmotivated to fight. I've always been a lazy speakerman during the mornings but it's now progressed into the day.

I think it has something to do with Titan speakerman, he's been infected for some time now and our attempts to remove the parasite have all failed. With each battle we lose more soldiers and get the same results. 

I try to avoid making any connections, to save my soul from the ache it would feel if they died. But it's hard being optimistic without forming some sort of bond with someone. I slowly pulled myself away from the bed and stood up, no point in resisting the morning.

Getting up, I did an exaggerated stretch before walking to my locker. Inside was my incredibly dashing purple suit and my esteemed red tie and black polo. I put it on, examining myself in the mirror before leaving for breakfast.

Speakerman #6438 ran up to me, he already finished breakfast early since he's an early riser. "God, that outfits terrible." He laughed.

"You clearly don't have a good fashion sense." I retorted. 

He laughed, "your talking?" 

He slammed something into my arms, "here take this." 

I looked down to see that he had gave me some of his food, "I'm already making my way to the canteen?" 

"I know, but this way you don't have to wait in the line." He pointed forward.

I broke my concentration on him to see what he was pointing, apparently in the 5 or 15 minutes that I've been laying in bed a giant line had been built by people trying to get their oil. "Thanks, I owe you one."

"Oh, you owe me several." He patted my back as we walked to a bench to sit.

As we sat down we both relaxed taking in the peaceful atmosphere, but it didn't last long."we're doing another one again, aren't we?" I spoke.

#6438 slouched, "yeah, we are."

"Do you know where?" I asked.

He shook his head, "not a clue."