Killer BodThe servos in my exoskeleton whine. The next thing I know, my fingers are crushing the throat of the waitress who just brought me my drink.
Her face reddens and purples. The choking sounds intensify and fade to nothing.
My hand unclamps. I no more make it do so than I made it clench in the first place. Nor did I instruct it to beat my neighbor’s brains in or stab the super in my building or push that stranger off the subway platform in front of the oncoming train.
The exoskel interface in my brain no longer works. I have tried hundreds of times to trigger the system override, but the exoskel ignores me. It’s attached to my body, but it acts like I’m not even here.
The networked onboard microprocessor flakes that run this exoskeleton have hacked me out of the loop and de
