1216 Errant Drones

In the training area of the Drone Controller's bay that had been hastily renovated for the purpose of hosting their volunteer pilots, Dave stretched his freshly upgraded cybernetic body and frowned at the crowd of idiots in front of him. He had come here to help out after he dropped the girls at school, but he had expected a slightly higher standard of personal hygiene.

Even when he was living in the slums next to Max, making sure that nothing serious happened to the boy until he was ready to be picked up by the Academy, he had rarely seen anyone who had so thoroughly neglected themselves. 

The smell of the crowd was overpowering, and those who actually cared about themselves were clearly uncomfortable.