Sunday 1.2 - Autopilot

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Yohji Grabbed a beer out of the fridge and snapped the cap off, barely even looking as he did so. It was routine and didn't take much of his attention to accomplish. It was one of the many things he could do without looking or thinking; he'd become rather adept at functioning without paying attention.

His mind was a little on the list of tv programs he had surveyed from the paper. A little on his non-existent plans for the evening. More than a little on the last mission they had executed--but he was trying very hard to block that out.

For a brief moment he wondered what his teammates were up to. Something more interesting and fulfilling than you, his brain supplied. This is why thinking was bad.

He sighed, took a gulp of his beer, and flicked on the tv to an anonymous program.

I really need to start going out again, he thought.