[ that? would be a mentat, staring at its artificial counterpart with faint disgust. he waltzed in near the end of class despite his distaste for the teacher, so unable was he to resist a chance to sate his morbid curiosity regarding machines. however, he staunchly refuses to put his own back together. though he certainly could have repaired a few of the things in the room, and quickly at that, he is no mechanic and by no means enabling more thinking machines to function in this place— so he's situated himself instead before a computer to get in some quality observation time. one must intimately know one's enemies, after all. he sweeps his fingers over the keys and tilts the screen back to better view it before straightening up and taking a step back to survey it further. ]
How ugly.
[ yes, how ugly it is to know that this dastardly little thing is what has replaced him in the eyes of many. and yet, what triumph he feels! triumph in having overtaken them, in knowing that they are the obsolete ones. with that in mind, he gets back to work, peering down at the thing and discerning how to best dismantle it. ]