he looks down at an already dead body in operating table, devastated since the last had failed . . And so had this one. But he wasn't one for giving up so easily. He slowly placed a small hand saw on the operating table, huffing while trying to assess what had gone wrong this time. The wiring? Blood loss? The mechanical plating, or maybe the loss of organs ?Maybe , maybe . He brought up his hand to pull the blue , blood stained disposable mask off of his face .

" Hmn . I suppose some of this could be salvaged . I don't think it was the metal bits . . I really should remember that people only have so much blood . "