A misty gaze hung in the air, accompanying the many trees and vegetation surrounding him. Everything around him was green—the mist, the leaves, the ground—everything. Even he was green, he noticed. It was peculiar how the man's skin almost perfectly blended in with the land surrounding him.
Was he a man? He held the shape, but lacked the anatomy. A man had blood, skin and hair; this creature had internal wires, green metal, and a protective mask.
As he stood upon the powerful grasp of a tree branch hundreds of meters above ground, the half-human, half-robot creature thought to himself, I'd sorryhate to hurt myself on my trip down. This thought echoing about in his head, the robot scanned his surroundings, looking for something to use—something to make his fall softer.
It was then when his bright green eyes caught sight of a vine hanging from the very branch in which he had currently stood upon. Thick, luscious, strong—three of which were qualities he desired.
As he crouched low to the branch, a hatchet in his right hand, he wrapped his free fingers around the vine before him. I had bettergood make this work!
While somewhat clumsy, the green metal man knew well of what he was to do. Here I go! And with those three words, he felt as his feet retreated from the wooden grain of the branch. Feeling as the wind pushed up against his mask, the cyborg plummeted toward the ground.
He relied on the vine within his left hand—but would it support his metal body?