Posted - Jun 30, 2002, 5:37 PM
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His eyes open with a slight mechanical sound and he finds himself lying on a cold slab of metal which passes for some kind of bed. The blue irises focus and survey the sights before him. Not quite man, not quite machine, he lifts up his body to sit upright and begins to feel his synthflesh. He processes all the information streaming into his brain within seconds. It is a new day for this bot. He is born. His legs dangle from the slab of cool steel and he counts his toes. He counts all his body parts. He is unclothed, which makes it much easier for him to count his parts and to see that they are all in proper working order. When he is finished, he steps off the "bed" and moves toward a dresser. He opens a plastic drawer and pulls out 1 long, thin sock. He properly attaches it to his nekkid, glistening, shiny, new, tone and muscled body and heads to the door. He has to meet up with the other bots, for a non-stop gig at the Bronze...