Killing Me

Small flat, in some corner, of some area...Prologue

The dark sun rose in the sky, just like any other day. And then everything began to move. The joints of my body and the machine that I was creaked with every movement.

 The year was 4045, the world had gone through 50 world wars that almost destroyed everyone. There were now colony's on almost all the planets in the milky way, and no one was safe. Even with millions of miles between everyone, there was no where were someone could be distant from others. And that killed me.

Every morning I woke with a terrible felling in my gut knowing I would have no time away from the bustle of this mechanical, and biological society that I have lived in my entire life. I had to leave, and soon.

Having not only been part of a recently discovered species, the Anhumane, by the humans but also part cyborg I stuck out like a sore thumb in a crowd. My skin shined in the blackish red sun, a brilliant blue green, and my bronze leg and arm matched the sun and ground that I stepped on.

I lived on mars one of the first of the other planets to have been colonized in the solar system by the humans, and by far one of the cheapest. Because mars was hot and not at all know for its beauty it was really easy to by a small flat in a corner of some city in some area of the planet. I lived humbly, not much money to my name and I knew that. It wasn't easy for someone like myself to make it big in the system.

And getting a normal job was almost impossible, and so at times sacrifices had to be made. Whether it was from me or another's suffering, and I am a selfish person, so it was always someone else. Possibly the only good thing about mars was that there was every little law and a lot of illegal stuff going on all the time. Easy to hide in when running from the law for some past and present mistakes.

With a bounty on my head worth more than the entire aluminum deposited on Jupiter, I either had to be in constant hurry and bustle around other people which I loathed or in complete solitude which didn't sound all that terrible.

There was no where safe for me, or anyone I was close too, and at this point I had begun to question if anyone was safe. From the government, from me, or those I knew because I wasn't and I didn't know about anyone else.