VOLUME 4: ARAMUS
Prologue
In a time before the cyborg liberation.
The clenched fist connected with his cheek, a sturdy blow imparting decent impact and strength behind it. It wasn't enough to budge him from his post, nor did he flinch or blink.
"Holy f**k! The bastard's face is made of steel," complained the military grunt as he shook his stinging fingers.
"Must weigh a ton too," observed another soldier who stood nearby, a goading spectator since the bored crewmen began their antics. "You should have knocked him on his ass for sure with that one."
B351GI didn't twitch a single muscle or verbally respond as they discussed their attempts to harm and distract him from his current task. Cyborgs knew how to obey. Guard the door. Do not let anyone enter. He took his orders seriously. None
