"How interesting, most of you cyborgs are at least 15.29%, but this is the highest level i've seen! or at least in awhile, there was that one human who was about 79.85 percent, though that was awhile ago"
???: "Now then, what's going to happen next is the med-droid will inject you with a solution of letumosis microbes. They've been tagged, so you will be able to see them on the diagram, in real time! Once your body enters the second stage of the disease, we will inject you with our most recent batch of the antibodies. Med, please proceed with syringe A."
The med wheeled over to her, syringe in it's third arm. Cinder didn't even bother fighting. She had nowhere to go. The med stabbed her arm, and the clear liquid ran in.
"W-"
Protests and questions formed on her lips as the medroid wheeled her out of the room and into the hall, treads squeaking
"...I think I have some oil in my calf compartment if you'd like me to fix that..."
it stayed silent. She was wheeled into a small exam room. Her restraints suddenly clicked open with a hiss and she jumped out of them, rubbing her wrists and breathing a huge sigh of relief. She saw her gloves and boots folded and placed on the exam table, and she grabbed them, quickly putting them back on and enjoying the comfort they gave. A screen blared to life suddenly, surprising her. It showed the medical diagram of her from earlier. Behind her, the door whooshed open. An old man in a grey newsboy cap and white lab coat stood before her, carrying her two blood samples.
