Chapter 47: Prisoners and Mercenaries

The DNA filaments used to animate the powered exoskeleton finally finished extending. My steel foot moved as freely as a flesh-and-blood one. So rehabilitation began. They handed me a towel and told me to run around the perimeter of the human village. I looped the towel round my neck and took off. Move, dammit. Move, my leg, move. That dramatic moment never came. I ran like any normal person. Honestly, the prosthetic felt… not that different from my old left leg. I even tried the built-in…