The Companionship of Cyborgs

The flickering lamp was the only source of light in the darkened field of buttercups. The bunny couldn't pause to think of why it was there in the first place- it was too terrified. Quickly, it hopped up to the base of the lamp and surveyed the sprawl of impenetrable darkness.

"TRAAAANSS...MOGRIIIFYYYYYY!!" it yelled. Panels across it's furry exterior extruded and flipped replacing it's soft coat with titanium armour, missile launchers, rotating blade assemblies, and rail guns. A hot blue shockwave blasted beneath the now steely rodent, propelling it

forward. The exterminator’s eyes widened in fear. He had never had to deal with rodents who could speak, much less turn into a metal death machine. Thinking fast, he dove aside, just in time to escape the monster as it rocketed toward him.

The sound of agony as the rodent ran into the wall, debris trapping it in place, you notice that this "machine" isn't all metal. Falling rebar pierced it's skin and blood was flowing, you smiled because it's wounded

skittering, zapping, and dying. “Like there aren’t enough rats already, this madman made a cyborg rat. Why?!” I reached into it’s mouth and pulled the SD card to examine back at the lab.

But just as I was turning to leave, I heard a skittering sound and realized the rat had come back to life. It wasn’t a cyborg at all, but rather a regular rat who had been outfitted superficially to only appear to be a cyborg. But who would do this? The rat nuzzled my hand, and I

Felt good. I hadn’t seen a real animal in such a long time. Even the greasy fur of the old rat felt good beneath my fingers. If only they weren’t all cyborgs.

Not that I could complain too much. Being cyborg myself, I knew that half organic was better than being fully robotic. My humanness was what allowed me to appreciate the rat's company, as it undoubtedly appreciated my attentions. I decided to name it Ben, like in that old movie.