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As a bright light blinded me, the memories of a pen dancing around a paper started fading away, the ink crying from its tip into a black box, the click retracting the deep blue tongue back into its metallic mouth.

My ears welcomed a rusty, artificial sound, echoing around the room, my body felt the faint weight of a thin cover surrounding me from the neck down. The noise got closer and closer, the origin stopping right next to my ear, I turned my head to it, as my eyes adjusted, so did the camera lens that greeted me, repeating the noise I had been hearing, the glass eye darted above me, zooming into random parts of my body, analysing each stop carefully.

Another sound voiced itself into the room, louder than the camera, it was angry, rude, uncaring, my neck, almost petrified, slowly rocked by head to the other side, a row of steel teeth, spinning faster than what my brain could comprehend crept closer and closer to the table I was laying on, my body, stunted by fear, could only shake in response, I closed my eyes shut, clenching my teeth, as the growling from the metal turn into barking, louder by the second.

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Perhaps it was the shock or some kind of blessing, but, when my eyes opened again, the noises were gone, a faint buzzing, similar to a radio, impaled my head through, unable to find its source. As I looked down, a blue tarp rested on my stomach, my right arm slowly made its way on top of it and, with all of my remaining strength I pulled it out of the way,  my face turned into a twisted, horrified painting, my body tensed up, my throat closed itself, my breathing became uneasy while I sat up, reaching into my open cavity.

A mess of thick, rubber coated wires ran down to the bottom of my stomach, a pair of large fans blew air into bags at a strange rhythm, vibrations and beeps loudly made themselves known all over my body, from beneath my skin, hair, nails, all connected to a small processor in the middle of my chest, seemingly powering it all.

My vision blurred out at the same time as the noises got louder, a black liquid drooled from my mouth and, in one last attempt to live, I threw myself out of the table, landing on the cold, concrete floor. My eyes quickly zoomed around the room until they landed on a white, old door, I began crawling, pulling the weight of my half mechanic body, ignoring the cries of pain my half gone nervous system was warning me about, each pull was more painful tan the last, I let out groans, cries, yells, in hopes that at least someone could hear me.

But alas, just as I felt my efforts were going to save me, the sound of something snapping stopped me in my tracks, I turned my head back, feeling as if my vessel had turned into stone.

And right there, the last image in my mind was printed into my mind, a broken outlet, and a dangling cable.