He said goodbye.

He told a lie.

He let us down.

He deserted us.

disappears for another 7 months

I’m staying at “The American Gardens” building on the 31st floor. My name is Slage. I’ve been a cyborg for over 6 years. I believe in taking care of myself, and a balanced diet, and a rigorous exercise routine. In the morning, if my face is a little rusty, I’ll start with tarnish remover. Then a liquid polish. Then a foaming anti-corrosive, which I leave on for 10 minutes, while I prepare the rest of my routine. After my cleansing, I’ll apply WD-40 to my limbs. Always use water displacement, when lubricating. Because non-WD, will leave you squeaky. For conditioning, I do push-ups. I can do thousands now. There is an idea of a Slage, some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me, only a soldier. Something mechanical. And, thou I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand, and feel metal gripping yours. And, maybe, you can sense that I’ve distanced myself from my past, Slage the Ripper Is always there.

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