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The Story:
He was running as fast as his damaged leg would allow him to, but they were still gaining on him. The wires hanging out of his shin kept snagging on tall grass, slowing him down even more. If he could just make it back, it would be an easy fix.
A bullet whizzed by his ear. Another one ricocheted off of his right forearm. He stumbled from the impact but used the force of his left bicep to spring his body back upright.
His crates were there waiting for him. Slipping inside one, he latched the door and bent the handle, making its forced entry an obstacle too difficult for any typical human to champion. He began searching his hoards of spare parts for a replacement leg, as they encircled his container.
“Cyborg! We know you’re in there! Open up!”
Their spokesman pounded on the metal box.
“I haven’t stolen anything,” he yelled back at them.
“You’re a cyborg. You stole humanity’s dignity! Now, open up!”
He thought he was being pursued by authorities in charge of capturing his kind. This was worse. They were hunters, hellbent on the destruction of his kind and fueled by irrational anger.
“Look, if you come out now, I’ll consider letting you live and only confiscating your cybernetic parts.”
That option would leave him dead or bleeding to death. He was fully integrated with his cybernetics, unable to detach. He saw no other alternative.
He pulled the handle back and stepped out of the door. They all watched him, as walked out and stood near the second container.
“Please… Please, don’t make me do this.”
“Any last words, cyber-freak?”
The leader raised his gun, leaving him no choice. In one lightning fast motion, he grabbed the second container and swung it into all of them but the leader. He released it, allowing it to crush the other men.
He reached out and used just two fingers to pinch shut the barrel of the leader’s gun.
“I’ve never seen one of you so strong.”
“Not everyone has the guts to commit. Run along.”
The leader dropped his weapon and ran.
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