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The Thaumaturge took a step back on four of its eight legs and cranked the rusty handle of the medical bed, raising it form the horizontal to the vertical position. His pallid, broken slid of a mouth widened in some hideous smile and his only organic eye twinkled with pride at his work as he looked upon his leader.
'I must say, boss. That it is MARVELOUS!' The Thaumaturge said, its voice surprisingly high for something so big. It clapped its organic hand against something flat on its surgical arm with something akin to glee.
Zero rose from the table, ridding himself of the multiple straps that had held him down. He turned to the broken, filthy mirror upon the wall eastward of where he was stood and looked upon himself.
Gone was the purple synthskin, gone were the casual clothes that he had worn. Looking back at him through the grime of that cracked and broken mirror was something entirely different. Something new. His face was unrecognizable, for now it was nothing more than a mask with multiple eye augments that would glow a variety of colours depending on the mode they were switched to. His mouth gone, he would no longer be able to visibly show a smile, the mask was grafted directly onto his face. His new suit, a simple armour that covered his mechanized interiors. The new batch of synthskin he had grown to replace his aging purple synthskin was total black. Gears whirred about his person, visible workings of a great machine. Yes, he considered that this was more the fearsome look he should be bestowing upon the people of Midian. Particularly those foul mutant felines that infested the city like a cancer, breeding faster than even rabbits could dare to manage.
He turned back to the Thaumaturge and spoke, his voice no longer the soft and soothing voice it had been, but a half-human, half-mechanized voice. 'You have done well,' he said. He turned back to the mirror.
'A pleasure, leader,' said the Thaumaturge. 'Unfortunately I was unable to overcome the rather...unique properties of Midian's stratosphere,' he said, a sudden uneasiness entering his tone. 'The jetpack and Reaction Control Thrust boots will only provide you with an enhanced jump capability...not too dissimilar from that which the mutants are able to achieve.'
Zero nodded at this, but did not admonish the Thaumaturge has he suspected that this would be the outcome in any event. Midian, it seemed, did not like flight.
But now he was something new - again - something more - again - he was - again - remade...
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