"Didn't move very often, did you?" John asked with a smirk. "But, that wasn't what I meant. I meant that we're taught those old dog tricks from day one. Man is a creature of habit and convenience." And it would be his downfall in the end. Wasn't that the biggest lesson of Skynet? They built the machine to take the responsibility from themselves and couldn't put the genii back in the lamp once their creation took the responsibility more seriously than it's creators. They tried to become Gods and created the Zeus that would imprison the Titans. "No one's saying you have to accept the change now, you know. Show me anyone on this base who says they were really accepting in their deepest hearts from the day they arrived and I'll show you a liar."
Chuckling, he cast another smirk at Specter before leaning against the outside wall of the center while the older man had his smoke. "Almost as good," he repeated. Then he nodded. "Sure. Any time."
The snort of amusement was out before John even thought about it. "Shouldn't you worry about being old after the mid-point of life." Laughing, he just shook his head. But, he went back to watching closely again while Specter seemed absorbed in his cigarette. John was trying to figure out what it was, what was causing the subtle sense of ill ease. Was it just the newness of it all? Or something John had said? "But, yeah, the club's there if you're inclined. There really isn't a lot of organized entertainment when most people are ready to pass out by the time training's over. And there are always security concerns."