Broken hunger
You don't want to open your eyes. The bizarre, experience with Bobine. Can be so easy to surrender. Just let time let do its job...
what is happening to me, this is not normal? The apathy and aloof feeling menace you to sink in a sorrowful mood.
Just a few seconds later, you finally gather strength to open your eyes and wake up from the floor in a pool of strange black goo.
You have to testify if the command you gained in the holographic world works in the real world as well; you stand up and walk as fast as possible with your dizziness.
"What is your designation medical unit?" You command use an imperative tone.
"Fisto. It's ready for insertion, Master. Place your self in the programmed."
Fisto is ready to serve that doesn't look robot-like. Could it be a result of 3,000 years of lack of maintenance? You mumble to yourself knowing that the robot with so many blades can kill you in seconds.
I am not a warrior, but I have something far better; I have a brain.Your parents and those nasty bullies always were ridiculing you, kicking you, insulting you.
Your rage becomes like its own entity, blind to anything except retribution.
"You are a fucking robot and you will kneeling after me," you command at it.
Fisto remains quiet for a good while, but something is not right. An unusual stillness, surrounded by a strange humming
Is the air standing still? You wonder while remaining completely static, simply hearing, surveying the area to confirm that everything is okay. A faintly current caress your face making you notice for the whisper first time that you are sweating profusely and your heart is pounding strongly in your chest.
"Breath, Silverman. Breath" you mutter trying to reach the correct state of mind. After all, you are one of the elite, and that has to be shown in the difficult moments.
Then in your dizziness, you are sure that a black hooded figure with a pale skin whispering to Fisto.
Then She disappears laughing at you sinisterly You hear a faint distorted phrase "Soon you will be mine, one of my toys. Forever"
Fisto Starts whirlwind like a sword dancer extending their own surgical tools as lethal force. If the damn robot hits you are Screwed for good
what is happening to me, this is not normal? The apathy and aloof feeling menace you to sink in a sorrowful mood.
Just a few seconds later, you finally gather strength to open your eyes and wake up from the floor in a pool of strange black goo.
You have to testify if the command you gained in the holographic world works in the real world as well; you stand up and walk as fast as possible with your dizziness.
"What is your designation medical unit?" You command use an imperative tone.
"Fisto. It's ready for insertion, Master. Place your self in the programmed."
Fisto is ready to serve that doesn't look robot-like. Could it be a result of 3,000 years of lack of maintenance? You mumble to yourself knowing that the robot with so many blades can kill you in seconds.
I am not a warrior, but I have something far better; I have a brain.Your parents and those nasty bullies always were ridiculing you, kicking you, insulting you.
Your rage becomes like its own entity, blind to anything except retribution.
"You are a fucking robot and you will kneeling after me," you command at it.
Fisto remains quiet for a good while, but something is not right. An unusual stillness, surrounded by a strange humming
Is the air standing still? You wonder while remaining completely static, simply hearing, surveying the area to confirm that everything is okay. A faintly current caress your face making you notice for the whisper first time that you are sweating profusely and your heart is pounding strongly in your chest.
"Breath, Silverman. Breath" you mutter trying to reach the correct state of mind. After all, you are one of the elite, and that has to be shown in the difficult moments.
Then in your dizziness, you are sure that a black hooded figure with a pale skin whispering to Fisto.
Then She disappears laughing at you sinisterly You hear a faint distorted phrase "Soon you will be mine, one of my toys. Forever"
Fisto Starts whirlwind like a sword dancer extending their own surgical tools as lethal force. If the damn robot hits you are Screwed for good