Darkness. Well, almost. If it weren't for the soft glow of the LED lights set into the various pieces of equipment in his modestly sized apartment, and of course the non-stop, relentless passage of traffic past his 73rd floor window, it would have been dark. But it passed for night, and the taxis and private vehicles slid by silently enough, the inches of plexisteel serving as an efficient method of soundproofing. The soft burble of his terminal broke the quiet of the night, its dull luminescent glow throwing a blueish hue over the bed, the sheets draped over his frame like a dust cover on some ancient combustion engined vehicle. His low growl of complaint did nothing to stop the gentle but still annoying interruption of his sleep, and it wasn't until he blindly swiped in the general direction of the screen that he halted its repetitive tones.

Thinking he'd cut the thing off, he rolled under the covers, about to sink back down into his favourite dreamskin, the one where he was a knight in shining armour about to save the fair maiden from her virginity, when he was jolted back to reality by the deep intensity of the voice. His eyes sprang open, his vision automatically shifting into the infra red to compensate for the darkness. The dance of computer generated readouts layered into his view told him a host of information about his surroundings, none of which was in the slightest bit relevant, and he turned back to face the screen, knowing who was waiting for him.

"Turner! Answer your goddamn link, now!," the voice boomed. Whatever it was that had Dorn wound up like this couldn't be good news for Turner. Even his good moods had a reputation of hiding something more sinister. "Lights," Turner almost groaned to the empty room, and within moments, soft lighting slowly brought an end to the nights temporary darkness. Reaching out to brush his finger across the screen, the low light glinting off of the sintered armour, the matt black material looking like reptilian scales, he squinted at the squat face of his controller filling the display, grimacing as he forced himself to talk. 

"What the frak Dorn? Do you have any idea what the time is here?"