Maybe it was a bit of a stretch to call the guy pointing the g*n at me a ‘cyborg,’ but that was the initial thought I had when I saw him. His legs and right arm were completely mechanical, while his left eye had apparently been gouged out at some point and replaced with a glowing red optic that didn’t blink, unlike the normal blue eye in his right socket. The cyborg’s g*n looked more like a laser blaster than a normal g*n, but I had no doubt that if he pulled the trigger it would hurt a lot anyway, maybe even kill me outright.
The cyborg sat in a chair that looked like a command center of sorts. Two touch screens and a dozen buttons were on each arm, but I didn’t pay too much attention to my surroundings, because when a cyborg was pointing a laser g*n in your face, it was kind of hard to
