Keno found the muzzle of the hand cannon aid at him. He opened a muzzle in his own hand and aid it at the robot. Yassin stared at Keno for a few monts, trying to understand what he was looking at. Gradually, things began to beco clear, and he rembered what had happened in the competition.
A great explosion echoed in the place after the projectiles from both Keno and the robot collided. A large part of the mall was destroyed, and the flas rose high from the force of the explosion, shattering the glass that adorned the ceiling, in an attempt to touch the sky.
Yassin fell to the ground from the force of the explosion, but fortunately, he was far from its range, so he was not scratched. He leaped to his feet again, staggering, and peered into the flas in an attempt to see what had beco of things. He hoped that Keno had survived, but in his heart, he did not think he could survive sothing so massive. Suddenly, he saw sothing moving amidst the flas. He stared eagerly until he saw sothing flying toward him from out of the flas. He closed his eyes and raised his hand to protect himself, activating his power. The flying object passed through him and lodged in one of the shops, destroying it.
Yassin opened his eyes again, then followed the trail of the unknown object, but he saw nothing but rubble. He turned his eyes toward the flas again and found soone erging from them. Yassin prepared to flee, hoping that it was Keno who had survived. But his worst fears were realized. He saw the face of the silver robot erging from the flas. He retreated, and his facial features contracted involuntarily. He prepared to run away, but suddenly its head fell to the ground and began to roll, detached from its body. Keno erged from behind it, laughing at Yassin’s reaction.
"Don’t be afraid, it’s ," he said, reassuringly. "I wanted to see your reaction. But it seems you don’t react much. Maybe it’s because of your strange, bluish skin color. Who knows."
"And what is a reaction?" Yassin asked.
"It’s a long story. You’ll learn later, when the ti is right."
Yassin saw Keno erge from the flas, his shirt and trousers burnt to his knees, but his glasses were still intact. Yassin ran toward him, examining his body. "Are you really like that iron thing? But why are you attacking it? Aren’t you relatives?"
Keno adjusted his glasses, a sarcastic smile on his face. "Cyborg, please."
"Cyborg?" Yassin said, surprised. "What does that an?"
"It ans I’m half human and half robot," Keno replied, dusting himself off. "And the robot is the tal thing I just destroyed."
Yassin took a step back and stared at him skeptically. "Half robot and half human? How is that? I saw you at the competition, and thought that you throw fire from your hand because you have a strange power like the rest."
Keno was silent for a few seconds, then continued, "No, I’m really not kidding. I am one of many attempts to rge machine with man. But when I woke up in this strange tower, I found that new functions had been added to my old modified body... so modifications, to be precise."
"So modifications like what?" Yassin said, circling Keno and examining his body like he is watcing an animal in a zoo.
Keno felt strange and embarrassed by what Yassin was doing, but he had expected it. "Attack and defense chanisms have been added to my body," he said calmly. "And I have beco much stronger than before. Not only that, but my hearing, vision, and physical strength have developed far beyond that of a normal human. I’ve beco a little faster with so interesting things up my sleeve. Strange things have been done to my body that have taken to a whole new level. I don’t know who did this, but I am grateful to them for not touching my heart, taking away my feelings, or my mind, or any of the things that made feel like I was still human after all. Otherwise, I would have beco like that thing that attacked you, a robot without feelings, moving only according to its programming. And it’s funny that many humans are not much different from that robot; they move as society dictates."
Yassin stopped examining his body and thought carefully about what he had said. Then he said in a quick, stamring tone, "The sa thing happened to . I woke up here with a strange power. I don’t know where I am, and I don’t rember anything! I don’t rember having a life before! It’s like I’m lost! Or like I was just born! But despite this, I can speak and understand many things, which I assu is evidence of a previous life, but I don’t rember it yet! Do you rember anything about your life?"
Keno rubbed his chin, trying to rember. "No, I don’t rember. That part of my mory has been erased. I have a special mory slot in addition to my normal mory as a human, and this mory records everything my right eye captures, which is an artificial eye, by the way. It works like a video tape and records all events, so when I forget sothing with my human mory, I access it to rember everything that happened exactly. But I noticed that a part of my real mory and my artificial mory has been erased, and I can’t rember anything, unfortunately."
Yassin was amazed by the strange things Keno had inside his body. "How were you modified and beca this thing called a cyborg?" he asked curiously.
Keno looked at the moon, which was sending its light through the shattered roof of the mall, then sighed. "It’s a long story, but in short, my brother worked in robotics. He was one of the best scientists in his field. You could even say he was responsible for the industrial revolution of robots, because he was able to solve the problem of super artificial intelligence, which humans feared because of the possibility of robots rebelling against them if they were able to evolve over ti to gain consciousness like humans."
"My brother laid down three laws for robots and called them Asimov’s laws, in honor of the famous Arican writer. After that, the industrial revolution of robots began, which took humans to another stage of progress and developnt. My brother received many awards and prizes for this. And since we were the only two in our family, we were very close to each other, because our parents had died a long ti ago. We did many things together, and we didn’t hide anything from each other. But one day, I was coming ho from work in my flying car, and I was feeling very sleepy. I drifted off for a few seconds and didn’t wake up until I heard the horn and saw the lights of another flying car in my face. The light blinded , and suddenly everything went dark."
He was silent for a mont, trying to rember, then continued in a gloomy tone, "When I woke up, I found that I had beco a cyborg. Of course, I went crazy from the changes I found in my body, but my brother tried to calm down and began to explain what had happened. It turned out that I was on the verge of death, and the only solution for survival was an experint that my brother and his colleagues in the field of machines were working on and developing, so that the human body could reach a new stage. He began to explain to that with the integration of machine and man, we would treat paralysis, blindness, deafness, muteness, and incurable diseases. Not only that, but man would beco much smarter, more aware, and more immune to diseases."
Keno was silent for a mont and took a deep breath as he examined Yassin’s astonished expression at his strange story, then continued, "They used small nanomachines that swim in the bloodstream, inside the glands, arteries, and every cell inside you, to be like an update for your new body, which makes them attack the most stubborn viruses and incurable diseases, like cancer cells and diabetes, eliminating them as soon as they try to spread in your body. The immune system has beco invincible now. And not only that, but it will also repair any damaged cells inside you. That is, if you cut off your hand, it will grow back, but it will take so ti."
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