example uno

What do you do when everything you know is wrong?

This was the question that pounded in Zephyrus' head as he stalked through the streets of Zoofights City.  The world around him was cold and silent, the only noises being the hustle and bustle of distant, uncaring traffic.  The city's streetlights flickered, occasionally shrouding the robot with darkness.  They were very poorly maintained: after all, who gave a damn about this place one the Major and his men packed their things and cleared out?  The Zoofights were the only attraction this city really had, and once they ended for the year the men in charge turned their sites to more profitable matters on Maul Street.  The residential districts would just have to deal with it.

And when the time came to deal with it, they did so like vultures.

Zephyrus himself had fallen for a few of their ruses: he had once tried to be charitable and give a poor, down on his luck man some money.  When he returned the next day to check up on the guy he was face down on the ground, dead of an overdose.  Fumes would've been disgusted.  Another time he had tried helping a man with some packages only to be pickpocketed while his hands were still full.  The would-be thief tried to escape, but he didn't get far.  Zephyrus' hands may have been full, but that didn't stop him from activating his shoulder-mounted machine guns.

He sighed as he remembered these dismal events, but the freshest scars were given just this afternoon . . .