[BreakABone]

I actually forgot about this story since wrote back in August and it is important for setting up stuff.
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As I walked around the world, I came across many strangers and beggars. I devised a system to deal with most so I put it into place once more.

"Kind sir, if it is at all possible, may you please spare some change?" A beggar asked me.

"Sorry sir," I began my reply with a false sincerity, it always seemed to work best, "but I am but a lonely traveler looking to make ends meet myself." I was content with my lie so I turned and walked away.

When I was but a few feet away I heard he shout, "Is that so GM?"

Startled I turned around to look at this beggar, "How do you know my name?"

"Silly boy, I know everything there is to know about you. I can read your thoughts and your memories. And I can tell you are a very evil man. Some of the things you have done to people on your journey. I will teach you compassion."

My only thoughts was that this beggar was a crazy man. "Ha! Crazy you think? I am beyond crazy. I exist in a state called hypersanity." I knew now that his old coot was crazy, he was just making up words at this point.

"I can see that you still doubt me, so be it. Wolla mih ot ees eht snoitome fo srehto!"

I listened in closely, the old senile man began to speak in what I had to guess was gibberish. But wait... no there was a strange sensation... a tidal wave crashing against my mind. Voices... a flood of them all within earshot... all begging for something... all pleading... desperate... alone... scared. "What did you do to me?"

The old man only laughed as I tried to focus. I had to get away from the voices.
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The first sight Fyacin saw when he opened his eyes was a giant sun beaming down at him. Was this heaven, he thought.

Then the lights dimmed and he saw his mother and father standing over him with huge grins on their face.

"Am... am I," he was having trouble getting his words out.

"Very much so son." The mother beamed with joy. "Your father and I was able to save you after that nasty attack."

"Now rest son, we can talk about this all later."

Fyacin felt a tear welling up inside of him, but it never came. So he laid back down and rested.

He woke up the next morning and found it difficult to get out of bed. "Mom! Dad!" His parents came running to his aid.

"What is it, honey?" His concerned mom asked.

"I seem to be having some difficulty getting out of bed. How long was I out for?"

"Only about a week or so son, why?"

"Where did all this extra..." Fyacin had extended his hands to show his parents the added bulk when he realized there was something different about his hand. They seemed less organic. They were not as flexible. They had a certain mechanical quality about them.

"What happened to my arm?"

Fyacin's parents looked at each other. It was the moment they dreaded but they knew it had to be done.

"You see son, here's the thing..." The father could not bring himself to tell his son.

"Son, believe us, it was the only option. We could not afford to lose you. You mean the world to us."

Fyacin felt anger building up inside of him. His parents were dodging the question. "I ASKED what happened to ME!"

"Listen son, you were badly wounded in the accident. Hurt beyond the capacity of our equipment. There was no time to get you to the hospital so we had to make a decision quickly."

"And that decision!" The anger was beginning to reach its boiling point.

"We had to replace some of your body with these." The father pointed out a box of clockworks in the corner.

"You made me robotic! You made me a monster!" Fyacin's anger had reached its height. He slammed his feet into the bed and it split in half. He slid off the bed onto the ground.

"Son try and understand our position. What would you have done?"

At this point, Fyacin did not hear their words. The anger had blinded him to everything around.
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