He's like a machine.
He hates to be touched.
He hates anything to be non-sanitized.
He can't stand human emotion.
He fakes a personality, just to seem okay.
He hates technology, but is nothing without it.
He's a professor to the class, but supposed to be a student. He teaches the same thing everyday, but was meant to be there only to learn.
And then he loses control, unable to be a machine any longer, he begins to realize worshiping technology is nothing but a curse.
He holds the life of an introvert, the life of a mad man, and he admits to it.
All of it.
"You're useless. Nothing but a controlled soul in a shell of a body."
"Then just label me a machine, there is nothing more insane than that."