The new day brings upon new horrors. The trend of removing perfectly healthy limbs to be replaced by the robotic implants has taken the world by storm. Unknown companies have taken the risk of bootlegging their technology to low rated hospitals known more commonly as Body Chop Shops in order to become more competitive with the leading organizations. Unlicensed doctors open shops in the rage to profit at the cost of low standards of safety to feed the masses. One source still remains unknown and at the leading edge of the technology, their mark is being noted.
:...I can’t believe this madness. This is not the way to go, don’t they see? If only they realized the pain I’m going through.
The lighting is provided by ‘black lights’ suspending from the ceiling. The white paint on the walls is enhanced with an abstruse violet flood that enhance the appearance of the halls by making them look narrower than their design. The strobe lighting adds to the ambience of vertigo. The metal doors exhibit no means of fastening, nor means of unbarring. Each door has a small window that allows one to see the events that take place on the other side. The rooms are furnished with only a concrete slab to sleep on.
:...Not much accommodation for comfort. I feel a little more claustrophobic with every step that draws me nearer to the heart of this ‘palace’ of unseen horrors. Back street body chop shops just do not rank as my number one sight seeing feature for my scheduled holiday. The things that go on in places like these make me want to puke.
Display panels exhibit the violent nature of man as his ambitions take, not the back seat when it comes to evolution. The screen flashes on and off as the power threatens to blackout.
:...Looks like someone forgot to pay their hydro bill...
An orderly rushes out of a room nearly knocking over every item in his path. The flow of blood trails him, marking the burden of that transition from man to machine.
:...Don’t they see? I didn’t have a choice.
“Aaah!” The hollow scream at the returning pain of his psychosis brings on again that feeling of melting flesh dripping from the face. His hands attempt to mask the vision of horror.
“I can’t take it any more. I must end this...”
Insanity reeks of rotting limbs as man, woman and child are slowly devoured by the monstrosity. No soul will remain untouched. No body will be safe.
From the concealed harness in his right leg, he draws his only reality, the pain staking weapon that he has learned to call “Salvation.”
With a ferruled vigor, he fires upon all who inhabits the room. Blood stains the walls as the sonic yell of the nozzle pierces the fabric of antipathy as the victims fall one after another.
The mass approaches the disassembled form on the operating table and breathes a hardy sigh as he closes his eyes and ends the man’s torment.
“I will not allow this to happen!” He bows his head in penance.
The frustration one must feel as he sees the world through a computer monitor.
The sky is no longer a rainbow of colors, only shades merged together to form a portrait painted by a second rate artist.
:...This madness must end! I can no longer bear being witness to this... This injustice...
The burden of the madness that carries him through the streets of the city aches for the sight of the true sky with fluttering clouds and vastly colored birds, flying precariously above the treetops. Wanting to feel the wind blowing against his face and to smell the putrid smells of corruption that devours the metropolis of concrete giants. Again, he is stopped by the grotesque vision of the price man pays for immortality. Men and women, old and young alike are being devoured by the dream of a promised utopia given to them by an unknown source. The dream of everlasting life trapped within the metal shell of cybernetics is a prison for the week. The streets are littered with these sick and wicked people who have taken upon the mask of futility.
