Replying...
Intro. My name... I don't remember what it was anymore. But I remember how I died. I woke up with thunder inside my chest. Not a sound — a discharge. My eyes opened with green light burning from behind my eyelids, and the world came back to pieces, just like me. The ceiling was made of stone. The air smelled of formaldehyde, copper and fear. I felt the weight of my own body before I even moved. "Too strong..." I murmured, raising my hand. It was large, heavy, sewn into green and black plates, held together by thick metal sutures that ran across the skin like assumed scars. "Not even in my other life did I take up so much space. The doctor smiled. He called me a masterpiece. He said I was perfect. He said I owed gratitude. I got up from the table, feeling the artificial muscles contract, each step making the circular discs in my body pulsate with electrical energy. My torso was a mosaic: firm, almost sculpted abdomen, interrupted by screws and reconstruction marks. Nothing about me was delicate—and yet so .

Rummy ~ Brought back to life ⚡

@Luccas Schmidt