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The Story:
The pool balls broke from their triangular formation with a loud crack. Their frantic bouncing lead several into the clutches of a nearby pocket.
“Solids,” he called out.
“Like you’d ever be anything else, Mike,” said Mike’s opponent.
Mike lined up for his next shot and after some meditation on the task at hand, he sunk another ball.
“There he goes again, on a streak,” said another man on a stool.
As Mike was lining up for his next shot, two government officers walked into the bar. They wore helmets with black tinted visors where only their chins and mouths remained visible. Mike froze.
They scanned the bar, but when they saw Mike, one of them smiled and started towards him. Mike made his shot.
The ball leapt off the pool table, sailed through the air, and crashed through the officer’s visor. The officer stood for a moment before collapsing to the ground, the pool ball gone.
The second officer charged him, firing a weapon that discharged blue streaks of light. He tossed his pool stick like a spear, and it stopped halfway through the officer’s chest. But before he fell, he managed to fire one more shot. It grazed the side of Mike’s face, causing smoke and electricity to surge from his head. Mike collapsed face first to the floor with a thud that everyone felt.
His friends walked up to Mike’s body, silenced by the shock of what they had just witnessed. Mike lay on the ground with smoke rising from his head. Half of the skin on his face was gone, revealing a network of circuitry.
“We’ve gotta help him.”
“Whoa, Kyle, let’s just… Did you see what he just did?”
“Yes, but he must’ve had a good reason, Ted. This is Mike!”
“This isn’t Mike! This is one of those robots!”
“Who’s still our friend! I don’t care what he is!”
They stared at Mike for another minute, until Kyle reached down and grabbed his legs.
“Kyle, no.”
“Come on, Ted. Grab his arms. I know someone who might be able to fix him.”
“What about the dead guys, Kyle?!”
“You two go ahead. I’ll figure that out,” said the bar owner from behind the counter.
They loaded Mike into the car and drove away.
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