The first few hours after the change I spend in terror, fear and shock. I could not, absolutely could not believe or understand how or why I had become one of them. I had not asked for this.
And yet, the fact remained, I had transformed. My body was no longer that of a human. I knew that there was a hotline I should call, but I didn't. Instead, I was transfixed by the way my finger moved and flexed despite its metallic nature. I could hear the creaking of the metallic joints and feel the tension of the muscles that used oil as its hydraulics instead of blood.
Instinctively, I knew I could reform my body back into an almost baseline form, but to do so would mean that my [weak] [fragile] body could be damaged as any other human could.
And I also knew that it would be easy, dreadfully easy, to complete the [conversion process] transformation, to give in to my [biological hardware programing] instincts. To become something far beyond humanity as a human was beyond a single cell organism.
I knew this as a simple truth within my mind, these were not my thoughts. And yet, a traitorous part of my mind whispered that it was. I could not gain say it, not while I looked at my collection of miniatures.
The simple fact about any miniatures war game was that the person willing to spend money on the most effective army will win, barring strategy and the roll of the dice.
What then did it say that my chosen army was in its lore limitless, relentlessly adaptive and whose technology advanced at a rate without equal?
Certainly, I had the choice when I had started to go with the Timelords of Gallifrey or even the Eternals. I had opted for the relentless army. The xenophobic genocidal space facist army.
An army whose signature trademark beyond the appearance of their models was one word.
"EX-TER-MIN-ATE!"
Thus, I could not deny that perhaps, just perhaps, I might have issues that once had a safe outlet.
Which brought me back to my examining of my hand. I could feel with my fingertips despite the fact that they were metal. Instinctively, I also knew that they could exert more force than a normal human, but in comparison to other freaks... I didn't know if I was strong or weak.
There were stories and even someone, like me, who didn't pay much attention to the freaks, knew that there were differences between freaks.
There were those who gave themselves to the machine bodies, who fought for humanity and just as easily against humanity. And then, there were those who were somewhere in between. Some said that the terrorist group, The Suits, had their agents travel around disguised as humans.
Which meant that in theory, I could revert my body and no one know that I wasn't human. All I had to do was focus.
I looked at my hand and thought of the hand that I was familiar with, of the things I did with them, the delicate painting, the typing on my computer keyboard.
Those images, those memories, I focused and pulled the metal fingers away.
The soft weak sausage fingers were there once more.
With such an accomplishment, how could I not go two for two.
And thus, I looked at the mirror, where the sleek dark chrome visor covered my forehead. I focused on seeing the face I remembered in the mirror.
As the metal edges folded in on themselves, I found myself remembering that jerk, that flash of light, the smell of cordite... my heart started to beat at a rapid pace and I could not do it.
I could not pull away that dark metal that formed the reflective black visor.
I dared not remove it. This was going to be troublesome.
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Grotesque MaShin
Worm AU