What do you think of this?
This is just a little piece that just popped into my head. The bad thing about these pieces is that I usually can;t really finish them, but it’s still good practice.
It was a bright, cool winter’s day, and the dead leaves from fall were still blowing around. The tires on my Ford Escort hummed on the highway. Up ahead was a train croosing. The evergreen trees near the railway were blocking my sight of it, but the gates were up and there were no flashing lights. I was almost to the tracks when I saw the train. I slammed on the brakes. The abs pulsated, moving my foot back and forth. But still, even as the car slowed, I knew I wasn’t gonna make it. I braced myself.
I woke up in a strange room. Everything was somewhat fuzzy, and the color was weird. It was like looking at a TV displaying a security camera. I felt strangely numb, and when I lifted my hand to feel my face, I heard a clink of metal. It was then that I looked down. Instead of the blue shirt I had put on that morning, I saw a boxy metal shape, and instead of my suede shoes, there were two tracks, each one with a rubber belt on it. My hand was a metal claw, and as I did the same motions that used to make my fingers work, the claw moved with the sickening sound of an electric motor. I didn’t feel queasy, I had no stomach. I couldn’t get shaky legs, I had belts. "What happened to me?" I asked out loud, and a metallic voice blurted out the same sentence in a monotone. Suddenly there was a movement next to me, and I pivoted on the tracks. A mirror went up and I could see the horror that had become of me. I was a robot. A single cheap camera sat above the metal box. I went over to the mirror and smashed it with the metal claws. A man came out from another room. He had grey hair and was wearing a dirty white apron and rubber gloves. "Hello, my creation. Time for you to join the others." "Others?" The metallic voice asked. "Yep." "What have you done to me?" I asked desperately. "I saved your life." "Saved my life?! I’m a freaking piece of metal!" "Well, would you rather be THAT?" He pointed over at another bed. It was a bloody mess. All that remained of my old body was some guts and blood. "This can’t be happening!"
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