The Cyborg
Part1: He wakes
(Unknown): *grumbles as he wakes, covered in the debris of the building he appeared to be in, with most of his limbs, save one arm, numb for unknown reasons* W-what the? *he said in a weakened tone, as he used his one good arm to slowly remove the rubble which created small dust clouds as it fell to the ground* Where is this place? How did I get here? *he paused for a second, looking at his bandaged body, thinking* More importantly...who am I? *he struggled to make himself sit up, despite how difficult it proved to be* Was I in some kind of fight? Was this some kind of hospital? What hap... *sounds echoed from the only other room left standing* Someone there?!
???: *the sound of metal steps closed in on (Unknown)'s location, followed by a static sound that faded into a robotic voice* R-r-remain c-calm. I-I-I m-mean n-no harm. *the large robotic figure stepped into the light, his rusted body barely able to be moved by his short circuiting cervos*
(Unknown): W-who are you?! Where is this place?! Why am I in bandages?! And who...who am I?
P-21: *the large robotic figure stopped his movements in order to respond* I w-was n-not given a n-name, b-but I a-am Assistant B-bot Prototype-21, or P12 f-for short. This p-place use to b-be the l-lab of m-my master. *pauses* As for bandages, y-y-you s-sustained physical damage, in w-which my m-master t-t-tended to. As f-for who *paused as if searching his databanks* Data not found.
(Unknown): *sighed in disappointment and slight sorrow* O well I guess *looks at his bandages* Do you know if it's alright for me to remove these yet?
P-12: *scans (Unknown) with an red scanning laser* Affirmative. Bandages are safe for removal.
(Unknown): *though the covered limbs were still numb, he assumed it was due to how he was resting under debris,seeing how he didn't know how long he had been there, and started removing the bandages from his numb arm* Hope whoever this bots "master" was knew how to...*paused, in both movement and speech when he saw a metal plate under the bandages* W-what the? *rapidly started unwrapping the last bandages from his arm, then stared at the robotic limb in fear* W-w-what happened?! *quickly and without thinking, he tore at the bandages covering his legs, only to find that they too had both been replaced with machine duplicates* AHHH!!! *due to this newly felt fear, he clumsily fell off the side of the medical bed he was on, and landed on the rubble he moved off of him earlier, only to have his gaze meet a busted mirror, revealing that part of his head too, was covered in cloth bandages* N-no...don't t-tell me! *slowly, with his only good hand shaking and his uncovered eye closed, he removed the slightly torn bandages, one layer at a time*
P-12: *remained still while (Unknown) continued to remove his bandages, trying to reserve his depleting energy for as long as possible*
(Unknown): *though he tried, he broke down in tears when the last layer was removed, seeing only half of his face was still flesh, while the rest was now robotic* I-I'm a cyborg?!
P-12: Affirmative. The robotics are there to keep you alive...
(Unknown): Alive?! Y-you mean that without them I would...die?!
P-12: Affirmative. Your body is severely damaged, and organs were in danger of failing. Unfortunately, the master had to leave when the building was destroyed, and collapsed on top of us. *continued talking as (Unknown) tried to find a way to stand, leaning against the medical table while using his strength to force himself off the ground, only to fall* Would you like some assistance sir?
(Unknown): *as P-12 offered one of his claw like arms to help, he batted it away as his fear was still in full effect* N-no...I-i-i j-just need to figure out how t-to turn...*paused with a sorrowful drop in his voice* to turn my legs on
P-12: *sparked as his "though" processor started* I have an idea s-sir. *walked over to a table and grabbed a disc, before returning to (Unknown)* T-t-this m-might help
(Unknown): *looked at the disc in P-12's claw* A-and how's that going to help me? *looked at his robotics* I don't see a slot for a disc. I mean I’m not a complete robot.
P-12: *sparked, then reached for (Unknown)'s robotic arm, lifting a hidden panel and activating a switch, opening a small compartment on (Unknown)'s chest* H-h-here *inserted the disc without warning*
(Unknown): *the robotics automatically pulled the disc in, and scanned its data. Within seconds, all of (Unknown)'s robotics activated, and synched with his brainwaves. With eyes opened wide, he quickly stood as if his legs were still flesh* Whoah! *like a child standing for the first time, his balance was not the best, causing him to stumble a little*
P-12: *quickly caught (Unknown) as he stumbled towards him* T-take it s-slow sir. L-let them a-a-a-adjust.
(Unknown): ehh...A-alright *he slowly sat down on the dusty table he woke on earlier, the robotic limbs whirring as they readjusted, then looked at P-12* My arm hasn't activat...*as if on command, his arm activated and started moving fluently* Nevermind then. *after a moment, a display in his eye, scarring him a little, showed "All Sytems Green"* I guess that means I can move now *stood easily, and stared at P-12*
P-12: *sparked a little, and fell to his knees* Seams my c-current status c-calls for r-r-repairs *turns off one of his eyes as a means to reserve power as he stands back up and begins to leave*
(Unknown): W-wait! Where are you going!?
P-12: G-g-going for r-repairs. N-needed in or-order t-to function. Heading t-to masters locatio for repairs. *continued walking*
(Unknown): B-but what about me?! I don't know who I am or where to go!
P-12: *turn to speak* Y-you d-decide. Y-you p-p-pick your own p-path, and d-decide w-who you are. *started walking* T-t-try your pocket *vanished into the trees surrounding the buildings remains*
(Unknown): *held his hand out as if saying "come back," only to drop it in dissapointment* Try my pocket? *looked some jeans that were lying on the ground, covered in dust and torn by the bottom of the legs* Did he mean those? *walked over and grabbed the pant, checking out the pockets to find a small, and damaged photo* Was this what he...*flipped the photo to see the image of a two small children, a boy and girl, and then he remembered something he had forgot* W-wait a sec *looked closer at the image* T-that's me! *looked at the little girl* S...sis...sister. That's my sister! *hugged the image* My first real key to my past! *quickly, an in excitement for the good news, he threw the pants on, and grabbed a long, black, hooded jacket that was also covered in rubble, on and a pair of gloves and boots before taking off himself* I may not know who I am, or where I'm going, but the robot made a point. *look of determination* But I know where to start. Finding my sister.
