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The blood slides down your skin like tears...Flowers of purest red bloom upon your flesh...
Colors mix and mingle in a silent chorus of pain...Oh...Kanu shot Morto a look.
"Morto! Get that camera up and running NOW!" She demanded. Biting his lip, Morto began to type furiously at his keyboard.
"Aye, Marie," he replied.
Suddenly the internal legs - ones that ran on an entirely separate battery - shifted from inside the eye, slowly moving to push the bullet out as the eye lay forgotten and sparking on the floor. Morto had expected the eye to be shot SOMETIME or another.
Therefore he had equipped the machine with self-repairing properties.
The bullet now pushed out of the body, there was more sparking, and a dull hum that descended into silence. To an outsider, it would seem like the machine had shut down, but unless they looked
inside it, they would totally be convinced that it was broken.
But it was now repairing itself.
First it rewired the camera and got it online again. Then - slicing off a razor-thin piece of metal from the inner walls, the minuscule legs repaired the bullet-opening, smoothing out the dents and sealing the sliver of metal into the inner walls, creating a makeshift bandage.
Then the eye truly did shut off.
After a split second, its systems were back online, flawless and perfectly functional.
When Angel and Tiffany weren't looking, it picked itself up and moved behind them, predicting their movements and lingering near Angel's leg, keeping just in both of their blind spots with the camera feed back on.
The eye Morto created was like a cockroach: resilient, stubborn, and freakin' IMPOSSIBLE to kill.
((Hm... not sure how I should make the backup I sent interfere...))
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