You were walking around a dystopian city... Buildings burning... Flames rising higher and higher... And the buildings that you once loved and cherished turned to flames or dust...

Don't bother running human. My-y-y-y-y tracking sensors still function. And your destruction is imminant. My internal calculations have determined that your chances of escape are less than one percent. Goodbye.

A cyborg said as it approached you, looking distressed, wires and cables exposed, etc...