Oldtown changed. Fires burned around me, the stage was empty, charred remains of the floater that Jack was in lain thrown to the side.
I pulled the headpiece and diconnected myself from the machine. The smoke coming from it billowed to the sky, but the electricity still buzzed inside, although faint, uneven.
Jack was gone, I lost him as we woke, but I noticed a body amongst the ruins. Cuss-Bert laid there unconscious, barely clothed, their outer implants ripped out, but still alive. I kneeled beside them, and touched their face.
As I looked at my hand though I noticed they were charred, deformed, resembling the very stumps they were meant to protect. My body wore the memory of the plasma shots they tried to stop me with. My breastplate melted as I lay, but eventually hardened back up, l
