The sky roared with thunderstorms and rain, cold winds that left no mercy for the people who sat by on the roads with no shelter and food, bloodstains on the sidewalk— how long has this been going on? I don't know.. Since when has the world turned upside down leaving the people who once led by their normal lives were tumbled down? When the skies tore apart with creatures that were far too hideous and monstrous. Aliens they called them, not the shiny kind with the UFOs who spoke another language entirely and kidnapped humans for experiments..
No.. these were by far worse, creatures who spared no shred of mercy not over rich nor poor– homes destroyed, lives taken and only the best of people still surviving
Ah.. survival.. wasn't that the law of nature? Survival of the fittest? So cruel yet stubborn
Is this any different from the countries that once went through the same ache but from humans? Haughty politicians who played with the lives of people yet now how the tables have turned..
'Where am I? How did this happen?'
Oh, I remember.. how could I not— this, the aftermath after that man did "those" things.. Messiah, he called himself and people followed him as if he was the first ray of dawn who came here to lead them through the dark but much to their delicate hope which hung by a string of thread; He was the one who brought out the most brutal of apocalypse, not only had he sacrificed humans but took advantage of them all who put their trust in him
How I feel nothing but shallow and empty, the irony not lost upon me.
With all his strength he pushed up, sitting against the wall of concrete. The cold wind left me shivering, goosebumps trailed down my skin.
My eyes wandered to my arms, my hands— I flexed my fingers feeling them and yet not at all feeling them. My fingers reached to grasp the sharp piece of glass
My reflection lingered on the surface; but my hand rose and stabbed my other arm. A jolt of pain rushed inside me, red liquid pouring out— the ache numbing from the realization as I scraped past the human skin to find wires; blue, red, green all running past where the human muscle should be
'I knew it.. when did I not?'
The words spread in my mind as my head slumped back against the wall.
A robot that could feel human emotions? Was i one? No.. I am a Cyborg; part human, part machine.
'How cliche, perhaps this would have been better suited in a sci-fi movie had this not been the reality'
The thought passed my mind as I scoffed, my eyes glaring at the sky. The clouds moved above, artificial ones— they had created those tiny micro robots— creatures; those who could mimic the part of the open sky. They had cameras thousands of them and we were prisoners in our own realities. The actual sky lies past this artificial dome that these monsters had created
'My name.. what's my name?'
'I don't remember..'
My memory erased in the sea of others, the grunt that escaped my lips alerted the dog nearby the poor animal lowered its ears and tail and hid behind a can of trash— i wasn't a monster but right now I certainly looked like one
His steps; slow and stumbling, hands that rested against the wall for support— found his reflection in the broken mirror nearby
He stared at himself, an athletic body covered in scars and dried blood. One arm which was fully robotic and another which seemed human enough but was hidden underneath the cover of it all, the red fluid that mimicked blood so realistically still lingering on his torn arm, and the wires visible enough for anyone to notice. My pants were torn in areas near my thigh, my calves, hanging by the belt which somehow managed to stay clean enough. And my face stained by the dirt— I was objectively attractive although I resembled more of a pig who just rolled out of a hole filled with crap with how much dirt and blood was on my face
"You! What are you doing here!?"
A woman nearby whisper-yelled at me, I didn't have much energy as I stared at her plainly wondering what this woman wanted from me. I felt her hand grip my torn, injured mechanical man as she dragged me by.
Since when do short and petite women have so much strength?
I was lost— bewildered and bamboozled, why was this woman dragging me around like I was a naughty child who would run away as soon as she let me go?
She was cursing underneath her breath, it was that all directed at me? Perhaps. Did I know this woman before? I don't remember, heck. I don't even know my own name
The scene was bizarre had any bystanders noticed— a petite woman dragging a man who seemed well over six-foot-four inches tall and a cyborg; the man complying and following around like some lost puppy
They reached the area, few homes had fallen into debris pieces the woman led him into a bunker shielded down and into the ground. It seemed to be the only place that hadn't got a fatal strike during the previous raid of those creatures.
I stumbled inside as the woman pushed me in; my eyes taking in the view around and what I saw made me freeze— even with my memory wiped clean I can name that unit anywhere. It was the Chrysalis, a cocoon-like pod where cyborgs like me were imprisoned previously— and this woman, was she an enemy or ally?