Post by ZMAC on Apr 24, 2021 8:36:00 GMT -6
The sanitary white light was blinding as it reflected off cold surgical steel. The glinting gave pause that obscured the vision. Our Hero, ZMAC was sat in a chair with his arm strapped down as machines and nanobots worked to repair him. More Wolverine at this point than Honey Badger. His bones were reconstructed.
His arm, his left hand ( again ), chest, ribs, lungs, heart
His cold beating heart.
His left eye, rebuilt as a gamma-emitting death machine. Only a hoard of ZMAC monstrosi could be dumb enough to give ZMAC our-mon-boi a fully working death laser.
They even outfitted his colon, so that when he wraps that joint around your neck its like getting choked out with piano wire.
Any more metal and he has to go back in time to save Edward Furlong from his own damn self. Somewhere out there a curtain salesman named Carl preps for a final battle in a franchise that died after judgment day.
Fitting. Ironic. Iconic.
The season finale of BPW. Where champions will be crowned and ZMAC is first on the card.
Ya’ll wana fight cyborgs? Cuz this is how you fight cyborgs. As if ZMAC needed to be even more impervious to pain. As if his motives needed to be anymore cold and useless.
REPAIRS COMPLETE.
“Freya 7” ZMAC calls as a hologram of his wife appears on his wrist. “When can we expect another attack?”
“Not for a while, by my calculations. Casualties were great. Sentinel ZMAC was destroyed. They’ll think their mission was a success.”
“To think that they tried this multiple times. Proves that someone was desperate.”
“Desperate, indeed.”
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Z:/Flash_back.exe.Valdiva-Roman_Compound
A dejected Buddy Roman sits on the sidewalk, in front of his burned out house. The ghost of his NOT DEAD son, the Ghost of Steven Orbit sits next to him, trying to comfort him.
“A man without a cause. A father without his children. A home burned to cinders. Woe is a Jew destined to wander the Earth. Alone.”
“Dad, it’ll be ok. I can pick up an Uber job and make some extra cash.”
“If only there was a way that I could make some extra cash.”
A gust of wind blows a piece of paper to the feet of Buddy Roman. A charred clipping of the Vapor Kings.
A proud father weeps. Wails and screams.
Till there is no more.
His arm, his left hand ( again ), chest, ribs, lungs, heart
His cold beating heart.
His left eye, rebuilt as a gamma-emitting death machine. Only a hoard of ZMAC monstrosi could be dumb enough to give ZMAC our-mon-boi a fully working death laser.
They even outfitted his colon, so that when he wraps that joint around your neck its like getting choked out with piano wire.
Any more metal and he has to go back in time to save Edward Furlong from his own damn self. Somewhere out there a curtain salesman named Carl preps for a final battle in a franchise that died after judgment day.
Fitting. Ironic. Iconic.
The season finale of BPW. Where champions will be crowned and ZMAC is first on the card.
Ya’ll wana fight cyborgs? Cuz this is how you fight cyborgs. As if ZMAC needed to be even more impervious to pain. As if his motives needed to be anymore cold and useless.
REPAIRS COMPLETE.
“Freya 7” ZMAC calls as a hologram of his wife appears on his wrist. “When can we expect another attack?”
“Not for a while, by my calculations. Casualties were great. Sentinel ZMAC was destroyed. They’ll think their mission was a success.”
“To think that they tried this multiple times. Proves that someone was desperate.”
“Desperate, indeed.”
_______________________________
Z:/Flash_back.exe.Valdiva-Roman_Compound
A dejected Buddy Roman sits on the sidewalk, in front of his burned out house. The ghost of his NOT DEAD son, the Ghost of Steven Orbit sits next to him, trying to comfort him.
“A man without a cause. A father without his children. A home burned to cinders. Woe is a Jew destined to wander the Earth. Alone.”
“Dad, it’ll be ok. I can pick up an Uber job and make some extra cash.”
“If only there was a way that I could make some extra cash.”
A gust of wind blows a piece of paper to the feet of Buddy Roman. A charred clipping of the Vapor Kings.
A proud father weeps. Wails and screams.
Till there is no more.
