Part 2-Cyborg - roboto hito
The new software cyborg had built allowed him to have dreams, maybe this wasn't the best thing, but he needed to release his anxieties like a normal human and this was the only way. Though it scared him. Cyborg usually liked to dream, but after killing slade a second time, most of his dreams were nightmares.
His sleep was peaceful until his nightmare came into his mind like a poison driven to murder him in his sleep. He landed in a hellishly hot place. It was almost as if the ground was on fire. And of coarse it was, flames shot up from underground, never growing any higher than 1 foot. So that they looked almost like blades of grass, tousled by the wind.
It looked like asaroth, though cyborg didn't know this for he had never seen asaroth before. Everything went dark and in a rush of energy a light blue glow rose from the ground, like a rising sun. he saw a image of himself, torn apart, his robotic parts separated from his human ones. And springs sticking out. in his own voice he heard, "where is the dream with the broken spring headed?"
In the distance he saw all his friends sleeping peacefully. they all looked so very blissful, for sleep. He started walking towards them as soon as he got to where they lay he noticed something was wrong. And gaped at what he was seeing.
They all had their backs ripped open, and sticking out were springs, and metal gears. Cyborg looked at himself and noticed that he was human. Fully human. He feared for his friends and ran to help them. He knew he could fix them. He was a genius at mechanics, he was half robot after all. Well usually was. He bent down to beast boy. And prepared to fix him. He lowered his hands to the small green boy's back and looked at the gears and broken springs.
Everything looked foreign. He didn't know how to fix them. He bent down to each in turn, and came to the realization. He had forgotten how to fix any sort of machinery. "clockwork." he said to him self completely randomly.
"my, my, aren't we lucky?" he heard a voice he knew quite well - slade. "get to be human for a while, but alas this stops you from being able to fix your friends, how sad." "yo! What did you do to my friends?!" cyborg heard a voice yell out suspiciously close to his own, though he had not spoken.
"what did I do? I did nothing, this is merely the future in your dreams, helping you take account on what is to come." slade's voice said. "I will never let this happen to my friends!" and in unison his broken friends spoke, without moving their lips. In robotic tones they stated more than asked, "where is this mechanical dream headed?"
The last thing he heard was his own voice crying out "no!" and slade laughing telling him, "you're time is up, cyborg, today is the day, only one of you will survive, will it be you? Or one of them?"
The new software cyborg had built allowed him to have dreams, maybe this wasn't the best thing, but he needed to release his anxieties like a normal human and this was the only way. Though it scared him. Cyborg usually liked to dream, but after killing slade a second time, most of his dreams were nightmares.
His sleep was peaceful until his nightmare came into his mind like a poison driven to murder him in his sleep. He landed in a hellishly hot place. It was almost as if the ground was on fire. And of coarse it was, flames shot up from underground, never growing any higher than 1 foot. So that they looked almost like blades of grass, tousled by the wind.
It looked like asaroth, though cyborg didn't know this for he had never seen asaroth before. Everything went dark and in a rush of energy a light blue glow rose from the ground, like a rising sun. he saw a image of himself, torn apart, his robotic parts separated from his human ones. And springs sticking out. in his own voice he heard, "where is the dream with the broken spring headed?"
In the distance he saw all his friends sleeping peacefully. they all looked so very blissful, for sleep. He started walking towards them as soon as he got to where they lay he noticed something was wrong. And gaped at what he was seeing.
They all had their backs ripped open, and sticking out were springs, and metal gears. Cyborg looked at himself and noticed that he was human. Fully human. He feared for his friends and ran to help them. He knew he could fix them. He was a genius at mechanics, he was half robot after all. Well usually was. He bent down to beast boy. And prepared to fix him. He lowered his hands to the small green boy's back and looked at the gears and broken springs.
Everything looked foreign. He didn't know how to fix them. He bent down to each in turn, and came to the realization. He had forgotten how to fix any sort of machinery. "clockwork." he said to him self completely randomly.
"my, my, aren't we lucky?" he heard a voice he knew quite well - slade. "get to be human for a while, but alas this stops you from being able to fix your friends, how sad." "yo! What did you do to my friends?!" cyborg heard a voice yell out suspiciously close to his own, though he had not spoken.
"what did I do? I did nothing, this is merely the future in your dreams, helping you take account on what is to come." slade's voice said. "I will never let this happen to my friends!" and in unison his broken friends spoke, without moving their lips. In robotic tones they stated more than asked, "where is this mechanical dream headed?"
The last thing he heard was his own voice crying out "no!" and slade laughing telling him, "you're time is up, cyborg, today is the day, only one of you will survive, will it be you? Or one of them?"