Post by Brandon (Tech) on Nov 20, 2006 14:21:12 GMT -5
"It's fine. Drop by tommorrow and we'll have a look at the weapon you're thinking off" Tech's artificial brain had always been excellent for mimicking emotions, but Roy had indeed reached Tech's thoughts, popping the thinning bubble he tried to conceal the pain within. As soon as the two others had left he undid the leather straps that held the syringe glove to his metallic hand, and slumped into the closest chair, crying.
He couldn't drown out the pain anymore, there was not enough booze, drugs or research in the world. He leaned forward, placing his head in his hands. "Oh Kel. Why, why did they do that to us?" Then the sobs grew in strength and made any more words impossible
He couldn't drown out the pain anymore, there was not enough booze, drugs or research in the world. He leaned forward, placing his head in his hands. "Oh Kel. Why, why did they do that to us?" Then the sobs grew in strength and made any more words impossible