Or those who awakened independently.
Those catalyzed by mechanical force did not fall into this category. At best, they were mature Artisans with absolutely no potential for advancement.
Filled with anxiety, Cook was suddenly startled awake by a knock at the door. Jets of steam abruptly hissed from the crevices of the gauntlet on his right hand, as if a massive force was gathering within.
"Who is it?" Cook demanded, his voice unexpectedly sharp.
"Just looking to buy something, boss!"
Cook breathed an involuntary sigh of relief. It made sense; if it were really those thugs from the Guru Gang, there was no way they would knock so politely.
"We're closed. Go somewhere else!"
He didn't want to bring trouble to a stranger.
Cook naturally possessed a synchro-frequency communicator. In fact, it was an absolute necessity in the Star Ocean. If one wanted to survive, they had to have one.
