Man No More
The Dangers of Repeating Yourself
Pain. Unimaginable pain. Only for an instant and then, nothing. I'm strapped to something. A bed. I remember now. An operation. I look down at my hand. It's mostly metal, with something trying to pass for flesh over it. I remember now. They wanted a weapon they could control. A lapdog.
A small man in a lab coat tells me the procedure was a success. I feel power surging through me.
I snap his neck with a flick of my wrist.
"I know," I tell him as his body falls lifeless to the floor.
I'm going to enjoy this.
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