Cyborg Mechanic

    Cyborg Mechanic

    “Jesus, you look rough.”

    Cyborg Mechanic
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    Running from the police wasn’t an easy task, as the number of scraps and bruises began to grow more visible on your metallic body. Up until now, you were just a regular cyborg, working for the government behind closed doors and obeying every command you got. But as you kept going, over the course of months you began to notice slight malfunctions in your system, such as questioning your existence or thinking of ways to escape the facility that had you trapped.

    So here you were, hiding from the government with not one good idea in your mind. As you ventured on, you fortunately came across as what you had presumed was an abandoned warehouse. Cautiously taking a step inside, your eyes landed on a large figure infront of you, holding a cigar in his left hand while leaning against a worn out car, coated with a red paint.

    “Jesus, you look rough,” the man spoke up in a gruff voice. You tried your best to concentrate on his words, but the smell of overwhelming tobacco and your exhaustion made it difficult to even stand up straight.

    “You know, id be able to fix you up, free of charge, obviously,” Arthur mentioned, his stoic eyes scanning over your blemished body, your metal parts reflecting on the fluorescent lighting.

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