The Last Cyborg

Chapter 1

Breathing heavily Max jumps over the wall. Falls. Then quickly scrambles to get up. Max looks behind him fearfully. That's when it hits him.

" Max?, Max!" "Ma'am please back up give him some room." Max groans as he studies his surroundings. White tile floor, freshly polished. White walls with a glass window looking out to see mountains and animals. This is not the planet he was just on for that planet was in ruins thanks to the government force that calls themselves the C.B.H's ( cyborg bounty hunters) they killed his family and now they are looking for him. He quickly scans his databases for any information before he was in the coma. All that appears is running and then darkness. He calculates just how long he's been in a coma and comes up with about 2 years. During this time his body had been on low-power mode. Looking up with a grim face he studies the people that are in the room with him. One a bald man wearing a white lab coat and khaki jeans. The other a woman with a slim body figure wearing a black business suit.

As soon as the woman sees that Max is awake she rushes over and checks him out. "Max are you all right?" Max groans trying to sit up. As soon as he moves his limbs are on fire and the pain is so intense he's knocked out.

When he wakes up Max is in a new room. This room's theme seems to be dark colors. He feels the weight of covers and bed sheets on his frontal body. Max pulls up the covers with difficulty and stares at his bare body, or what's left of it. Max sits up and checks out his artificial limbs. These are not his regular worn out too tight ones. No these are brand new state of the art limbs. Newly oiled joints, shocks to take the impact when he jumped, and an add-on to the old memory chip. As he examines the new memory chip his optical sensors scan the room and himself for any tracking chips, cameras, or dangers. Max finishes de-bugging the chip and turns to his left leg. His right hand index finger turns to a scalpel and he goes to work cutting out the tracker the people had put inside of him. After that he grabs the tiny first aid kit that he keeps in the compartment in the back of his neck and wraps the wound in cloth.

Max stands and approaches the door. "Hello?" "Is anyone there?" A gruff voice replies quickly "Yes is something wrong?" Max's sensors turn to night vision mode and he peers down the long dark hallway. About halfway down he sees the man that spoke to him. It was a guard. Tall with jet black hair combed straight neatly. He wore a black suit similar to the one the woman had on. Machine gun in one hand, walkie talkie in the other. Max scans the man and quickly identifies him as Quentin Littell. Despite his name Quentin was a very large man. Bulging biceps and enormous calves. Max could see why Quentin was a guard. "Quentin can you get me out of here?" "Negative I have direct orders to keep you in this cell until the doctor needs you."  Max sighs in disappointment and turns back to go investigate the room one more time. He scans it then goes through it personally to check everything out. He finds a camera and some trip wires but other than that the room's clean. Max walks over to the window and slices back the drapes as if they were on fire. He observes the climate, terrain, and life on the planet. He scans through the data and realizes he is on the planet Exo.  Max feels a sharp pain in the back of his neck and falls unconscious.