0751

He was cold as ice, oil leaked though his wire veins, un-touched by emotions and pain. Broken limbs replaced without a wimper as the screws tied themselves back. Stone cold. Emotionless. He watches. Watches. Tiny flames threaten to touch. Reaching forward. He scrambles backward. Thin glass shatters against the heat. 

"Do)nt. Do£%nt touc8%£$"()ch. Suavft-"

"System compromised." 

//I was supposed to be drawing a holiday picture. Whoops. 

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