She hated it. The stares. The looks of fear and disgust. She knew what they thought of her. She was a monster just like her mother. An abomination of scrap metal that should’ve just let itself rot away. It made Eremita itch under her plating. If only she could crawl into her shell like when she was small. She wished she didn’t have to be out like this. It made her feel so vulnerable. But she needed to restock on painkillers. If she didn’t… she didn’t even want to remember the pain, much less relive it. Her pace quickened, she just wanted to get this over with and go back to her room so she could be alone.
One wrong step however sent the cyborg careening forward, only managing to prevent herself from being crushed by her own shell by thrusting her claws out, leaving to large, cracked indents in the path. Steadying herself, she glanced around. By now many of the eyes in the courtyard were on her, watching her like wolves eyeing their prey. If her face was still capable of showing emotion, her lip would be quivering. She attempted to hide, covering her face with her hands, fingers spread so she could still see, her large claws covering most of her humanoid upper half with so that only her eyes, illuminated a glowing yellow were still visible, instinctively backing into a corner for more defense.
Some of the onlookers looked away, returning to what they were doing. She wasn’t even worth killing. She might as well have just been a toaster to them. No, at least toasters have a job to do and are useful every so often. To them, she was no better than the scrap parts she was made of, not worth keeping around, better off cast into the trash. Even her caretakers were ready to leave her once her body started deteriorating, making no move to assist her. She only had herself, if anyone else came to her, or acted like they wanted to help, she knew they were lying. That they didn’t really care. They just wanted something from her, or to look nice to others.
"I'll remain here momentarily until they've lost interest in me before moving on." She thought to herself, lowering herself to the ground to preserve energy.
One wrong step however sent the cyborg careening forward, only managing to prevent herself from being crushed by her own shell by thrusting her claws out, leaving to large, cracked indents in the path. Steadying herself, she glanced around. By now many of the eyes in the courtyard were on her, watching her like wolves eyeing their prey. If her face was still capable of showing emotion, her lip would be quivering. She attempted to hide, covering her face with her hands, fingers spread so she could still see, her large claws covering most of her humanoid upper half with so that only her eyes, illuminated a glowing yellow were still visible, instinctively backing into a corner for more defense.
Some of the onlookers looked away, returning to what they were doing. She wasn’t even worth killing. She might as well have just been a toaster to them. No, at least toasters have a job to do and are useful every so often. To them, she was no better than the scrap parts she was made of, not worth keeping around, better off cast into the trash. Even her caretakers were ready to leave her once her body started deteriorating, making no move to assist her. She only had herself, if anyone else came to her, or acted like they wanted to help, she knew they were lying. That they didn’t really care. They just wanted something from her, or to look nice to others.
"I'll remain here momentarily until they've lost interest in me before moving on." She thought to herself, lowering herself to the ground to preserve energy.