Cyborg couldn't take it anymore. The pain…the agony. Living flesh is such a inconvenience, he told himself. I'll just rebuild myself entirely as a full robot.
Cyborg touched his wounds wincing as he felt pain. "Today is the day I die," Cyborg said to no one in particular. "Today is the day I shall be reborn."
"Cyborg's been in his room for hours," Starfire said to Robin. "I wonder if something is wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," Robin replied. "He's probably just needs his rest from the battle yesterday. You know how badly injured he is. We shouldn't disturb him."
"But what if he's lying in the floor in a pool of blood bleeding to death?" Starfire exclaimed worryingly. "What if something terrible happened to him?"
"Don't be paranoid." Robin continued flipping through channels on the TV unperturbed.
Cyborg blinked opened his eyes. The surgery was done. He stood up and felt his hands and the mechanical pieces in his body moving. He did it. He had successfully removed all human body parts and made an invincible, painless body. But why didn't he feel happy? Inside the place where his heart was suppose to be, Cyborg felt nothing, nothing but an empty feeling.
Cyborg opened his door and went outside to tell his friends that everything was alright and that his wounds were healed. What is a friend? Cyborg wondered. He had forgotten what a friend was. Cyborg, in order to fully become a robot, had to remove his brain and replace it with a chip. He transferred his "soul" into this chip and then had one of his robot called Hips place it into his new head.
Humans are only humans because of their soul, he said to himself.
"Greetings friends." Cyborg's voice sounded dull and unemotional. He smiled expecting to feel warmth but instead felt nothing. Cyborg wondered if something was broken.
"Cyborg?" Starfire asked rushing up to him. "What have you've done…you're….you're a robot now!"
Cyborg stared into Starfire's eyes hoping to feel something. Something. He even welcomed pain! But instead he felt nothing…..nothing.
What was pain? What was tiredness? What is love? What is friendship? What is warmth? What was the point in living? Cyborg, in his head, was silently screaming.