Cyborg Franky Novels & Stories

He could feel the deadness of them, the lack of a life-spark, the cold, hollow echo where a soul should be. The figures shambled forward, their movements stiff, jerky, and utterly wrong. They were puppets, their limbs pulled by unseen strings. As they stepped into the emergency strobes that one of Jack’s men activated, the sight was more disturbing than any monster. They were ordinary men in grease-stained coveralls, their faces slack and expressionless, their eyes vacant behind the glowing red lenses implanted in their sockets. One of them, a man whose ID badge read ‘Carlos,’ stumbled, and his arm swung at an impossible angle, revealing the glint of a metal actuator where his elbow joint sh

"Franky, you're the absolute best! I love you to the moon and back!" The screen erupted with a sudden surge, dozens of messages racing by, and the chat was instantly flooded. Gabriella, looking perplexed, scrolled back and realized the person who asked about her new camera had a green badge with "Admin" written on it. The username was Franky. From the reactions of the group members, it became clear that Franky was more than just a regular member—he was an expert in the community. Gabriella quickly responded, "Yeah, I just got the camera recently. How did you know?"

- Tried Astro-Star flying towards everyone looking unable to drive to other tanks he tried to use a hose from a supply tank but was stopped by the hands - No! - shouted Cyborg. – We don't know what they did to him or what would happen if they took him out of there without being able to find out what they injected him with the air could be harmful. - He said looking at each object. - Cyborg is right - Wonder Woman said looking at each monitor - I need to connect to the system. - Said Cyborg connecting the communication cable and watching and while passing several charts and his face contorted with disgust and repugnance.

Instead, it was an ultra-HD video. The footage was dimly lit, set against the grimy backdrop of a pigsty. Steve wore nothing but a red thong. A rough hemp rope was tied around his neck, and the other end was held firmly in Paige's hand. He crawled on all fours through the mud, emitting eerily realistic pig grunts. "Master, I'm your most loyal slave. This mud smells so good. This is what real life is." He crawled to Paige's feet and began frantically licking her toes, which were caked in pig manure.

This war was going to have to be fought on the streets. Thankfully, when the three men carrying Franky burst through the doors, Dr. Brady was already in there waiting for us. “What happened?” he asked, studying Franky carefully. I was happy that we had a trained professional here to keep a cool head because I was freaking out and couldn’t think straight. Sara frantically told him what happened as Daniel and Lyle lay Franky in a bed. “All right, I need to give him an x-ray to see if there is any internal bleeding,” Dr. Brady explained. “Everyone needs to leave the room. I’ll have my assistant give you an update when I can.”