TheLonleyAssassin

 Simmons sat at one of the worn down tables at the base, tinkering with his mechanical arm. As he watched the circuitry flash and move, he was stuck by his own feelings on what he was now. Thinking about it now, he wondered if he could truly be considered human anymore. He was more robot, to be honest. His heart beat in his best friend's chest now, same with his lungs. They drew breath for the Hawaiian, leaving Simmons without them. The metallic fingers flexed, their grip far tighter than any human's could ever be. He could snap bones like twigs if he so desired, but he didn't. The metal crawled up his skin, up his arm. The metal was his arm,