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Can you feel the feels tonight, the pain the evening brings?

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The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

the Great Gatsby

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Accident & “Repairs”

After a minutes silence, the cyberman peaked out from its hiding place and surveyed the area. According to its sensors, the human was still alive, though possibly injured with all of the empty oil barrels piled on top of her. Glancing around, the mechanical humanoid approached the scene and began stacking the barrels. It wasn't long before the barrels were cleared and the young woman unburied. Carefully, the cyberman knelt down and examined her.

"Scanning vitals and physical systems. Vitals positive. No damage detected in Skeletal, Muscular, or Respiratory systems. Minor damage sustained in integumentary system. Possible cranial injury."

Ending it's scan, the cyberman looked down at the young woman, tiny droplets of blood beading on the gash on her forehead. "Minor laceration detected. Initiating repairs."

Getting to its feet, the silver-plated traveler turned and looked around, scanning the room for something useful. The red cross of a first-aid kit glinted in the harsh garage light as if beckoning the former menace. Quickly, the cyborg retrieved the kit and opened its lid, surveying its contents before taking and opening an alcohol pad and dabbing it on her forehead. The beads of blood vanished into the pad, giving room for more to take their place. Setting the pad aside, the cyberman withdrew a bandage, tearing away it's protective paper and adding a bit of anti-bacterial ointment before placing it gently on the young woman's head. The monster paused, its hands hovering over her hesitantly before resting on its lap. It wouldn't be long before she awoke and the cyberman needed to escape before then. Then, contrary to it's electronic rationality, a thought came into its head.

What if something happened? Statistically, the young woman had an 80% at least of making a full recovery with a 11% chance of further injury after departure, 7% of which included bacterial infection, and a 9% chance of further accidental harm. However, that was still a 20% chance of further injury after departure. The cyberman reran the statistics in its head, changing the variable of it's departure into the variable of it staying. The statistics weren't good. The girl had an increased chance of further injury, mostly from accidental harm, if it stayed and it had a 55% greater chance of surviving unmolested if it left.

The cyberman reviewed the statistics briefly. Leaving would definitely be a more optimal action than staying, at least for her. But it knew that somewhere there were policemen, soldiers, extraterrestrial agents looking for him so as to put an end to the Cyberman threat on earth. Heavens knew what the wanderer would do if they found him first.

'Perhaps... if I could convince her..'

Its digital rationality kicked in again. With all the factors calculated, the cybermanreasoned that it had less than a 10% chance of convincing her it had no intention of hurting her, and an even less chance of getting her to help it. Still, it had to try.

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Hiding Place

4’th and Jefferson. Walnut and 7’th. Streets whose names were etched into the soul of the tormented being that walked just outside their view. Next would be a little park with swings, slides and a merry-go-round. It wasn’t much visited at night, and so the Cyberman saw no problem in taking advantage of a something so deeply sentimental. It used to be its favorite hang out when it was still human. Friends and family would gather there occasionally to play, talk and hang out. Memories seemed to come alive as ghosts of the past were layered over the present; little children playing and screaming with delight as they ran and chased each other around, the cold face of the cyberman following them as the memory played like a movie in its mind. It let out a slow mechanical sigh as the bright memory faded away, leaving nothing but the dark reality as a reminder of what once was.

With a quick survey of the playground, the cyberman felt a twinge of dismay as it proved a less than satisfactory hiding place. But then it spotted something that made its spirit leap! An old car garage had been left open. The traveler scanned for life signs and found it abandoned - and a perfect hiding place. With eager footsteps, the traverser made its way into the garage, inspecting its new hideout as it went and discovered that it wasn't as abandoned as originally thought. In fact, the place was rather tidy. Tall barrels were stacked neatly next to the garage door while power tools lined the walls in their respective shelves and drawers, with cords bundled up and hung on spokes beside them, and a clean car-lift waited patiently for use in its place on the floor.

Closing the garage door, the cyberman sat down and let out an mechanical sigh, resting its face in its hands. 'Why didn't he finish me off?' it wondered, feeling that terrible ache in it's chest again. It wanted to sob, it wanted howl, to do something to relieve its suffering, but it knew nothing would help. Cybermen weren't meant to feel, but for whatever reason, it could feel. The tortured creature knew what "cold" was, and "loneliness" and "sorrow". It remembered "joy" and "peace" and what it felt like to be "warm" in its room and comfy bed. The creature's head sank deeper into its hands as it brooded, when a sudden sound jerked it back to reality. A muted jolt of panic shot through it and it quickly sought out a place to hide.

Across the garage, a door opened and a young woman with a large tool kit in one hand, stepped out into the garage. She looked over at the wall and flipped a switch, flooding the room with light. Pushing her back her dark brown hair, the girl whistled cheerfully as she made her way around the car lift and strolled over to a large metal cabinet. The Cyberman watched in stiff silence as she took out a set of keys and opened the cabinet, exposing rows of tools and tool cases.

The young woman placed the tool box in with its kin and closed the door, careful to close the padlock before she left. She turned and stopped, her eyes locked on the silver figure standing just behind the other tool shelf. The young woman's jaw dropped in horror as a terrified shriek left her lips. The cyberman cried out in surprise and retreated further behind the tool shelves while the young woman sprinted for the door and tripped over an empty oil canister on the floor. She tumbled to the ground and cried out when she crashed into a wall of empty barrels. The barrels fell with a clatter, effectively burying the young woman beneath them.