Roboticlimbs Stories

Most civilians' expression flinch with fear when my bike enters their line of sight. The warning that sits on my shoulders is a deadly one; a heavy one. Who is it now? Their eyes ask as I ride by them. Are they young? Do they have families? Will you kill them? Will you betray them? Are we safe? They don't realize that safe has no real meaning. Not for them. Not when it comes to the compound and the Employers. Safe doesn't exist in this hellhole anymore. I'm not sure it ever really did.