He’s still here . . but he feels like he’s been rotting from the inside out , the slow decay of a heart that wishes to beat like a man , but denial no more — he’s just an empty shell of rusted parts , ever so slowly fading away .
Summer midday breeze accompanied by the chirping of various birds fluttering about the sunlight sky , which cues a somber cyborg relaxing among a bed of grass, cloud gazing.
Someone should join him!
Don’t mind him he’s trying to play animal crossing , focusly intent on crafting various items with the occasional ‘aw’ when speaking to one of his villagers.