> Processing Start-up
...memory [check]
> System online
Processing date ... 0213hours - 4th June, 2541
I have been tagged Experiment B61 - no name, no personality, no individuality.
I am unnoticeable to the Cyborgs. My cell is b are and dark- no light, no space, no freedom. I have been imprisoned. I cannot relate to the time of day, the darkness surrounds my tree trunk comparable an evil mist, and I breathe smell of sterilized air power through my artificial nasal passages. I am eer facing unearthly torment. My clothes are in furnish with the other experiments: a bright red over t come out ensemble, so the Cyborgs are able to spot us easily, or maybe horizontal to cover the blood stains. Each day is repetitious- food, exercise, sleeping and...surgery. The unaccompanied thing that keeps me charitable is my heart...literally (and only half of it). The Cyborgs have replaced all my other body parts with tubes and cords, allowing me to survive...even though I bid otherwise. Although I live in filth and hostility, the real demarcation of my continuous torture is the missing piece of my heart- my soul, my love...Eve.
> Processing Start-up
...memory [check]
> report recall ~~~
online...
Sector P-3 had lost to the Cyborgs.
I was the commander of this final human outpost, and our entire team was trapped by the metallic demons. We were labored to surrender our technology to the Cyborgs, and feared for our lives. I was the leader- the Cyborgs quickly uncovered my laid-back rank, and forced me to stand out next to the bulky, iron body of the Neo-Borg: a Cyborg Leader. This is when I saw, for the first time, the disfigured formulate of the Cyborgs. They had no eyes, no nostrils, but rust and wires, twisting out from every socket. The head was rectangular, and...
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