>dissecting cyborgs in the underground lab
>a painful buzzing hits my ears, interrupting me
>a storm top side
>took a contract from my employers to gather data while in one
>just have to hold the provided blackbox and wait it out
>walking down the street following the edge of the storm
>i stop
>my own voice in my head speaks to me
>what could they offer me
>i could be so much more
>i am in the half way and thats as far as they can meet me
>why cant i go the full way?
>i suppose i can, cant i
>all thats
>left is to
>let
>go