Do you see this? This device represents the end of life as we know it. This device it the key to a viable powered exoskeleton. Combine this with humans modified to survive the removal of their skin, and you create powerful beings. This has the power to bring about wonderful change.
Unless, of course, the same changes that allow people to wear this armor also cause them to become corrupt. The same shark DNA that prevents bleeding and pain must also create callousness. That insensitivity, combined with the power of the machine-given strength, quickly becomes cruelty.
I don't know why they kept me in the first place. They didn't modify me for the armor, but they didn't kill me either. Not like they spoke of doing to the kid. Was I supposed to be the control group? I'll never know. They didn't like something I said and finally decided to get rid of me. I ran to the nearby town for safety, but they had already been there and killed or converted everyone. I had no choice but to grab on to the last car as it was leaving and hope for the best.
I expected to be shot at, but I never thought the bastards would sink so low as to pin me down and tickle me. Tickle me. All the training in the world is useless if you can't think. That kind of torture doesn't even require restraints.
And to think, mere days earlier the whole thing was just a small gathering of friends.
All this because of the invention of that simple plastic wheel.
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