mechanical man must have been. By the time they had gathered all the data they could for the night, the lab had mostly shut down and they’d gone off for dinner, leaving only a few assistants monitoring the lab and their experiments.

One of those assistants for the night was Eric, and he spent half of his time looking up at the mechanical mayhem, and half of his time reading over a research report. Every time he looked at those creepy eyes, he wanted to go over to the machine and shut the thing off. But research and science and all. He ran a hand over his face, sighing as he shook his head. They were all idiots, but he had nothing to explain the gut feeling other thantraining. And of course, if he escaped, the metal monster would still run around London ‘deleting’ people until the military finally stopped it.

He was torn between staying behind to figure out how to kill this thing for the sake of the people, and the voice in his head that was telling him to save himself, but as a researcher barreled into him and sent the wrist manipulator flying to the ground, he decided that running til he found a place to hide and adjust the dials would be the better choice. He scrambled to his feet as he scooped it up, the precious item glinting in the light and a little scraped up on the side.

But the hallways seemed to grow longer, and the distance between him and