Destabilised


I can feel blood sliding along my arm and down to my fingers. It's warmth soon turns cold and, as it reaches the tips of my finger, the drops let go and fall to the ground.

How am I even still standing? Does this mean I will be okay? No, impossible. There's no fixing this. How am I still standing?

/Critical damage detected… Attempting to compensate… Core shutdown imminent… Attempting System Reboot/

No! No, I cannot die, not today. Not ever. I must survive, surely there must be a way. How did this happen to me, what have I done wrong? I can't. Somebody please help me. There must be somebody nearby, please help whoever you are, wherever you are.

My entire body is aching, I can't take this anymore. I want to sleep, but I can't, it'll be my death. But I can rest, right? Yes, I'll just lay down for a while and rest, but not sleep. No, not sleep. What is this voice in my head…What does mean… Why won't it let me die

/Self Preservation Protocol Overridden… Rerouting power to self-repair unit… Self-Repair initiated/

My vision focuses, seeing the male standing over my injured sister. Luna is bleeding from her head, from the bat the man is holding. Wait, I'm not standing…I need to get up…I need to save her.

I stand my vision seeming to glitch out like an old video game or a damaged computer, the pain in my body telling me to stay down. The pain does abruptly vanish, a new sense of purpose washing over.

/Priority 1: Integrate: Overridden. Initiating Priority 2: Protect Family at all cost… Combat protocols unlocked… Non-Lethal force authorised/

I feel the surge of energy rush through my body, my focus now on taking down the bastard who dares hurt my family. My body lurches forward, breaking into a run. I am lucky to catch him off guard, scoring a hit on his face as he turns around.

He stumbles, grunting angrily at my surprise attack. He steps forward, telegraphing his attack. My arm goes up, blocking the wild haymaker of the taller man. Pushing him off, I strike at his unprotected groin. I am too late, he grabs Luna and pulls switchblade from his pocket

/Assessing threat… Weapon detected… Initiating Combat protocols v2… lethal force authorised/

"Not bad, kid," I heard him say. I looked, and I was facing him. He was holding Luna around her waist and a knife to her throat. "One more step and she gets a second mouth."

How the hell do I handle this one? Come on, Lincoln; think!

I stood and faced him. I saw Luna's eyes and she was petrified with terror. An idea came to me as I was standing there, but I would need her help. I only hoped she was up to this. I slowly reached for my nuts and winced. I wasn't looking at her, but I was hoping she was paying attention.

"Your pathetic excuse for balls hurt, kid?"

"Yours are gonna when I get through with you, asshole," I informed him; again, hoping Luna would get the hint.

She finally did. With a quick swing of her arm, she crushed his nuts and I was already moving. The knife fell away, and I did a jumping side-kick off the countertop right to his face. It sent us flying backwards into the wall. When we hit the ground, I began pummelling him with all that I could muster.

"You don't EVER touch her again, fuckhead! You got that!? EVER!" I was now totally out of control with rage. I kept hitting him as hard as I could in every spot that I could find. One of his fists got lucky and got my chin, I reeled back, but as he tried another one, I ducked.

/Emotional instability detected… extremely levels of anger in programming… Software corruption detected/

The one hit did allow things to slow down which I didn't need. As small as I was, my only advantage was speed. With one hand, he was able push me off him. He rolled over and scrambled to get up, and I did the same thing. We squared off with each other. I had made my mistake by allowing him the time to rest and he took advantage of it.

He rushed me, and I wasn't fast enough to get out of the way. I was pushed backwards into the small wall that was behind me, but as he had grabbed my waist, my arms were free to do as I needed with them. I brought my elbows down as hard as I could into his back just as my own had hit the wall. We hit the ground with him on top.

Swinging as hard as I could, my fists connected with his ears several times before he let go of me. By that time, we had tumbled into another room. I was back to being the one on top and I took full advantage of it. My foot nailed his sore nuts and he groaned as he bent forward.

Sensing he was losing, he rolled over to try and get away from me, but I wouldn't allow it. When he rolled to his stomach, I reached around his neck and grabbed his chin. I had seen this on a movie once and it was the only thing I could think of to stop this insanity. I pulled, but not as hard as I could. I quickly wrestled with my own morality of what I was about to do. It was a split-second hesitation and I almost lost my advantage because of it, but I recovered in time.

Using all of the muscles in the area, I pulled as hard to the side as I could. His head pulled, but not enough. As he was reaching backwards to me, I panicked and tried again. Knowing I only had this one final chance, I gave it all I had.

"AARRGGH!" I yelled as his neck finally broke. Both Luna and I heard the break, but I didn't stop until his head was almost all the way around. His body twitched a few times and then lay still. Dead still. Dead quiet.

/Analysing… No Life signs detected… Cause of death, Broken neck… Contact the authorities protocol initiated… Combat Protocols disengaged… Damage analysis complete… Unable to repair… Data spillage imminent…/

I look down at my hands, my eyes widening at the sight of my injuries. My wounds were no longer bleed, like something had stemmed the tide of blood. Blood covered my entire hand but surprisingly I couldn't feel any pain at all.

The skin was gone, revealing what lay beneath. Below the torn skin was machinery. A multi layered network of synthetic pistons, gears and twisted metal components wrapped up in a plaid checked pattern of cords and wires.

A joint of a steel cylinder that twisted my hand around in confusion. Connected to a skeleton of metal hydraulics and synthetic tendons. All held together by nuts and bolts. All bent and bloody. In the depth of the gears, A faint blue light wad pulsating and the damage was slowly knitting itself back together.

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. My body seems to lock up, my vision becoming darker as I struggle to breath.

/Identity conflict detected… Solution unsuccessful… Data overflow detected… Attempting to correct… Correction unsuccessful…Instability detected… Sending out emergency beacon… Contacting Lisa for emergency retrieval…Shutting down for retrieval/

Sleepy, I feel so sleepy. A quick nap can't hurt, can it? Ah, it doesn't matter. It may be the last nap I take, but it'll be the best. I'm just too tired, I need to sleep.


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