gone were the steel in his bones and legions in his skull.
gone were the marrow-like rebars reinforcing his skeleton.
he doesn't have an engine for a heart,
and neither were there bolts and cranks and nuts inside it.
he is no cyberpunk hero.
he isn't a creature straight out from your sci-fi movies.
he is a rational character in this enormity called reality
and no.
his skin isn't made up of platinum platings.
try to cut it, and you'll see the crimson blood seeping out.
believe me, i've tried it once.
and never pretend that you don't know what he is.
because at heart,
you know that
he is just a human
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 8:15 AM UTC
gone were the steel in his bones and legions in his skull.
gone were the marrow-like rebars reinforcing his skeleton.
he doesn't have an engine for a heart,
and neither were there bolts and cranks and nuts inside it.
he is no cyberpunk hero.
he isn't a creature straight out from your sci-fi movies.
he is a rational character in this enormity called reality
and no.
his skin isn't made up of platinum platings.
try to cut it, and you'll see the crimson blood seeping out.
believe me, i've tried it once.
and never pretend that you don't know what he is.
because at heart,
you know that
he is just a human
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