Kiber woke the next morning and still feeling the effects of his teleportation sickness. "Lets hope it isn't an eventful day today, otherwise i may just die," he groaned to no one in particular. Still lying in his bed, he looked over to the darkened windows and turned them semi-transparent with a thought. Murky light filtered through into the room and Kiber could see it would be one of those smog covered days common in most Mega cities when the wind didn't blow. The multitude of neon signs around the city and on the buildings stood out amidst the gloom. Ah well, best get to it... at least I to get find out a bit more about Mr. Kradres today, he thought as he got out of bed.

In the bathroom he took off his synth-silk boxers and hopped into the shower. As the shower synced with his implant the water began flowing from the 16 jets around him at exactly 52.8 degrees Celsius. Aaah now that hits the spot, he thought as he absently scratched at the sleek, form fitting device wrapped around his forearm. "Ive got to stop doing that," he chided himself. The habit had developed 5 years ago when he first heard the name of the device and been bonded with it. I mean what do they expect calling it a NeST? Im sure they could have come up with a better abbreviation for Nanite Swarm Tether. I  wouldn't be surprised if other Nanomancers had the same issue as me. Kiber realized that 15 minutes had passed as he pondered this deep moral dilemma.

At a thought, the water jets stopped and pressurized air began drying him off. Once finished in the shower Kiber went back into his room and dressed in his standard Nanomancer Academy issued uniform. You would think that after 4 years I would be tired of wearing the same thing almost every day. But its just so damn comfortable, he thought as he shrugged into his trench coat. "Well I do believe im ready to face the mean streets of Hemrean... and find out what kind of diabolical master I have on my hands," he said to the empty room as he strode out.