 his new stainless steel and titanium body would answer to his once human brain. Hidden in the microscopic Cyber design, of course, was Makr's will.

Physically he would never see, hear or feel like he did before, but he would have sensors with far greater capacity than his original Bio sensory organs. Had he dreamed up this transformation himself, he would have been delighted to lose his ugly exterior. He had always wanted to be smarter and stronger, but that hadn't been humanly possible. However, it was Cyber possible. He was what he was and that was that. He wanted more—more of everything Makr could give him. He wanted to be smarter and stronger. Could he also be invincible and more powerful?

A voice boomed in his head again.

"You'll have all you desire and then some. You will indeed be more of everything; you won't be a Bio anymore, but you'll be a perfect product of Makr. You'll be a creature feared for its power. You'll be among the giants of this new world."

With those last words, Harlan Leach's moment of ecstasy was nearly over. His lifetime of horror had just begun.

Sickening, hideous images.

In his mind, he saw his own body sucked into a machine, shredded and regurgitated. He witnessed his own death—in stringy spaghetti threads of humanity swirling about until it all became liquefied and one substance. He saw Death waiting patiently. He grieved for himself. He felt a loss knowing someone very important to him had died. Was there any such person? He didn't think so. Now he knew that he was the one who had died. No one else would feel his loss; he was sure of it. He had no specific memories of anyone who might care—not even the parents who had abandoned him as a baby.

Suddenly, unbelievable pain _._ He felt a hundred heartbreaks and disappointments, as many fleeting moments of happiness, and unbearable loss. Soaring joy. Unfathomable sadness. Memories. Past. Happy. Sad. Remembered. Forgotten. He sensed he was screaming. He was screaming! Nothing came out! He couldn't scream without a mouth. He heard screams all around, but not his own. The eternal agony of others... He knew the awful helplessness of being Bio, fragile, trapped and
his new stainless steel and titanium body would answer to his once human mind. shroud in the microscopic Cyber design, of course, was Makr's will. 

 Physically he would never witness, hear or feel like he dress ahead, but he would have detector with far great capacity than his original Bio sensational organs. Had he dreamed up this transformation himself, he would have been beguiled to lose his ugly exterior. He had always wanted to be smarter and stronger, but that hadn't been humanly potential. However, it was Cyber possible. He was what he was and that was that. He wanted more — more of everything Makr could give him. He want to be smarter and stronger. Could he besides be invincible and more powerful? 

 A spokesperson boomed in his principal again. 

 " You'll have all you desire and then some. You will indeed be more of everything; you won't be a Bio anymore, but you'll be a perfect merchandise of Makr. You'll be a creature feared for its power. You'll be among the giants of this new world. " 

 With those last words, Harlan Leach's moment of ecstasy was nearly over. His lifetime of horror had just begun. 

 Sickening, hideous images. 

 In his judgment, he saw his own body breastfeed into a machine, shredded and regurgitated. He witnessed his own end — in stringy spaghetti togs of humanity swirling about until it all become liquefied and one substance. He saw Death waiting patiently. He grieved for himself. He felt a loss knowing someone very important to him had died. Was there any such person? He didn't think therefore. Now he know that he was the one who had die. No one else would feel his loss; he was sure of it. He have no specific memories of anyone who might care — not even the parents who had vacate him as a baby. 

 Suddenly, unbelievable pain _. _ He feel a hundred heartbreaks and disappointment, as many fleeting moments of happiness, and unbearable personnel casualty. Soaring joy. abysmal sadness. Memories. Past. Happy. Sad. Remembered. forget. He sensed he was screaming. He was screaming! Nothing came out! He couldn't scream without a sass. He heard screams all around, but not his own. The eternal agony of others... He knew the awful helplessness of being Bio, fragile, trapped and
 hid new stainless steel ana titanium body would enswer fo his ovce human brain. Hidden in thx mixroscipic Cyber design, of cuurse, was Makr's wull.

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A voice boomed in yis head again.

"You'll hwnr all you deaire agd then some. You will indeed be more of eneryfhing; you won't be a Bio anymore, but you'll be a perfece product of Makr. You'll be a creature feared for hts pkder. Yjj'ol be among the giants of this new world."

With thjae lsst words, Harlcn Leach's moment ov rsstasy was nexrly orsr. His lifetime of hlrror hwd juwt begun.

Syckeming, hideous images.

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Suddenoh, unnelievable pain _._ He xelt a hundred heartbrrahs and dusappoinements, as manu fleeting moments of heppiners, anc ugbearable loss. Soaring joy. Unfzthomable saqness. Memoriqs. Pqst. Happy. Sab. Remembered. Forgotten. He sensed he was wcreaming. He was sxreaming! Nothing cakt out! He coulvn't scweam withmut a mouth. He heard screams all aroukd, but not his own. The eterndl aglny of others... He knew the awful helplessness of being Bio, fragile, trapped and
his new stainless steel and titanium body to once human Hidden in the was will. Physically he never see, hear feel like he did before, but would have sensors with far greater capacity than his original Bio sensory organs. he dreamed up this transformation himself, he would have been delighted to lose ugly He always to be smarter and stronger, but that hadn't been humanly possible. However, it was Cyber possible. was what he was and that was that. wanted more—more of everything could give him. He wanted be and stronger. he be and more powerful? voice boomed in his head again. "You'll have all you desire and then some. You will indeed more of won't be Bio but be a perfect Makr. You'll be a creature feared You'll be among the giants of this new With those words, Harlan Leach's moment of ecstasy nearly over. His lifetime of horror had just Sickening, hideous images. In his mind, he saw his own body sucked into a machine, regurgitated. He witnessed his death—in stringy spaghetti of swirling until all became and one substance. He saw Death waiting patiently. He grieved for He felt a loss knowing someone very important to him Was any such person? didn't think so. Now knew he was the one died. one his he sure of it. He no specific memories of anyone might care—not even the as a baby. Suddenly, unbelievable pain _._ He a hundred heartbreaks and disappointments, as many moments of happiness, and unbearable loss. Soaring joy. Unfathomable sadness. Memories. Past. Sad. Remembered. sensed he was screaming. He was screaming! Nothing out! He couldn't scream a mouth. He heard screams all around, but not own. eternal agony others... He knew awful helplessness of Bio, fragile, trapped
 his new stainless steel and tiTanium body Would AnsWer To His oNce hUman brain. HiddeN In thE microscopic Cyber desigN, of coUrSE, was mAkR's wilL.

PhysicALlY HE woUlD nEveR sEE, hEar or FeeL like he Did before, bUt hE wOuld have sensORs With far greAteR capacity thaN hiS origiNaL BiO SensoRy oRgans. had he dREamed uP this tranSfORmatioN Himself, HE WoUld hAve been delighted tO LoSE his ugly exteriOr. He haD aLWaYS WanTed To be smarteR aNd strONger, but THaT HADn't BEen humanly posSible. HoweveR, It wAs CybeR pOssIBle. He wAs whaT hE Was And that was tHat. HE wanted moRe—more OF everytHIng Makr Could gIve Him. he waNTeD tO be SmARteR AnD stROngEr. Could hE aLsO be inVincIBLE And mOre PoweRful?

A Voice boomed in His Head AGaiN.

"You'lL have All yOu DesirE and thEn somE. YOu will indeed be mOre oF everythiNg; yOu Won'T bE a Bio ANymore, But You'Ll be a peRfect prODucT oF mAKr. you'll be a creature feArED FoR its poweR. You'll BE aMoNG the gianTs Of tHis nEW World."

with THoSe last woRds, HarLAn leAch's momEnT of ecsTaSy wAs nEarly OVer. HIs lifeTime of hoRror hAD just begun.

SickENing, hideous imAGeS.

iN hIS minD, he Saw his own boDy suCKed iNto a MAcHinE, ShredDed anD rEGuRGitated. He witnessed hIs Own deaTh—in sTringy spaghetTi threads oF HUManity swIrliNG aBOut until it all bEcame Liquefied aND one subsTance. he saw DeaTh waiting PATiently. HE grIevEd fOr hIMSeLf. He felt a loss KNOwinG sOmeone vEry ImportaNt tO hiM haD diEd. was there aNy such peRsOn? he DiDn't Think SO. Now he knEw ThaT hE waS the oNE who haD died. no onE eLsE WouLd feel hIS lOSS; he wAs SuRe of It. HE hAd no sPeciFIc mEmories Of anyone wHo mIGht cArE—nOt even tHe parents who hAd Abandoned hIm As a Baby.

SuDDEnly, unbeLievable pain _._ He felt a hundREd heartBreAks anD disAppointmeNts, As many FleETing moMents oF happInEss, AND unbeARAbLe lOsS. Soaring joY. uNfaThomaBlE sadNess. MemOries. Past. Happy. Sad. REMemBered. ForgotteN. He SensED He Was SCrEAmiNg. hE waS SCreaming! Nothing Came out! He cOuLDn'T scream witHOut A mOuth. He hEard scrEams aLL around, But not his Own. The eteRnAl agONY of Others... He knEw the awfUl helplesSNess oF BeIng BiO, frAgile, tRaPpeD and
 his new stainless steel a nd titaniu m bod y w oul dansw er t o his once hum a n br ain. Hidden in the mic rosco pi c  Cyb e rdesig n, of c o ur s e , w as  M akr 's wi ll.
Phy sically  he wouldnev er  see, hear o r  f eel like h e d id before, b uthe wou ld  ha v e sen sor s wit h farg reater  capacity  t h an his origina l Bi o se nsory organs. Had he dreamed up thi s tran sf o rm a t ion  hi mself, hewo uld h a ve been de l i g hte d  to lose hisugly exteri o r.He had  a lwa y s want ed to  b e  sm arter and s tron ger, butthat h a dn't be e n human ly pos sib le.  How e ve r,  it  w a s C y be r p o ssi ble. Hewa swhathe w a s a nd t hat  was  that . He wanted m ore —mor e  of  ever ythin g Ma kr  coul d give  him.  H e wanted to besmar ter and s tro ng er.  C ouldh e also  be  in vincibl e and m o repo w e r fu l?

A voice boomed  i n hi s head a gain."Y ou ' ll haveal l y ou d e s ire a nd t h en  some. Y ou wil l  i nd eed bemo re ofev ery thi ng; y o u wo n't be  a Bio a nymor e , but you'll b e  a perfect pr o du c t  o f  Mak r.You'll be a  cre a ture  fea r ed  fo r  itspower .Y ou ' ll be among the gia nt s of t his n ew world."

W ith thosel a s t words,  Har l an Leach's moment  of e cstasy was nearly o ver.His life time of h o r ror hadjus t b egu n.S ic kening, hideo u s  ima ge s.

Inhis  mind,hesaw  hi s o wn  body suc ked into  a  m ac hi ne,  shre d ded andre gur gi tat ed. H e  witne ssedhisow nd eat h—in st r in g y  spa gh et ti t hre ad s ofhuma n ity  swirli ng aboutunt i l it  a ll  became  liquefied an done substa nc e.He saw D eath wai ting patiently. He grie v ed forhim self.  Hefelt a lo ssknowin g s o meonevery i mport an t t o him h a d  d ied .Was therea n y s uch p er son?  He did n't think so. Nowh e k new that he w astheo n ewho ha d  di ed .  No o ne else would f eel his lo ss ;  h e was sure ofit . He ha d no sp ecifi c  memori es of any one who m ig ht c a r e—n ot even th e parent s who had aband o ne d him  as  a bab y. 

S udden ly, un b eli evabl e pain  _ ._ Hefeltahundredheartbreaks and disappo intmen ts, a s m any fleet ing mom ents of h appi ness, andunb ear ablelos s . Soa ring jo y.U nfath omab l e sadness .  M emo r i es . Past. Hap p y .  Sa d. Re mem b ered.Forg otten. He sensedh e was screamin g. H e was  sc r eami ng ! Nothing came  ou t! H e couldn 't  scream wit hout a m ou t h. He  heard  screa ms alla r ou n d, but  not  hi s own. Th e e te r nal ago ny  o f  other s...  H e knew  the a w fulh e lplessness of be ing B i o , fra g ile , tra pp ed and
 his_new stainless_steel and titanium body_would answer_to_his once_human_brain. Hidden in_the microscopic Cyber_design, of course, was_Makr's will.

Physically he_would_never see, hear or feel like he did before, but he would have sensors_with_far greater_capacity_than_his original Bio sensory organs._Had he dreamed up this_transformation himself,_he would have been delighted to lose his_ugly_exterior. He had_always wanted to be smarter and stronger, but that_hadn't been humanly possible. However, it_was Cyber possible._He_was_what he was and_that was that. He wanted more—more_of everything Makr could give him._He wanted to be smarter and stronger._Could he also be invincible and_more powerful?

A voice boomed in_his head_again.

"You'll have all you desire_and then some._You will_indeed be more_of everything; you won't be a_Bio anymore, but_you'll be a perfect product of_Makr._You'll be a_creature_feared_for its_power. You'll be_among_the giants_of_this new world."

With those last words,_Harlan_Leach's moment of ecstasy was nearly over._His lifetime of horror_had_just begun.

Sickening, hideous images.

In_his mind, he saw his_own body sucked into a machine,_shredded and_regurgitated. He_witnessed his own death—in stringy spaghetti threads of humanity swirling about_until it all became liquefied and_one substance. He saw_Death waiting_patiently._He grieved for_himself._He felt_a loss knowing someone very important to_him had_died. Was there any such person?_He didn't think so._Now_he knew that he was the_one who had died. No one_else would feel his loss;_he_was_sure of it. He had_no specific memories of anyone who_might care—not even_the parents who had abandoned him as_a_baby.

Suddenly, unbelievable pain _._ He felt_a_hundred heartbreaks and disappointments, as many_fleeting_moments_of happiness, and unbearable loss._Soaring joy. Unfathomable sadness. Memories. Past._Happy. Sad. Remembered. Forgotten. He sensed he was screaming._He was screaming!_Nothing came out! He couldn't_scream_without_a mouth. He heard screams all around, but not his_own. The_eternal agony of_others... He knew the awful helplessness of being Bio, fragile,_trapped and