cyborg - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The cyborg beasts were kept in an electrified holding pen and only the new mothers were sent into the arena. The stress of being separated from their newborns drove them wild with nervous rage and their scathing tusks began to seep a deadly neurotoxin. Once injured the rapid onset of paralysis made the condemned prisoner a sitting duck for the next lunge. The beast's favourite move was to toss them high in the air, catch them in it's elongated jaw, then shake them like a rag doll - classic predator behaviour. But for now they moved peaceably about their environment and their handlers could mingle with them safely. Most handlers were just there to feed them and clean up their sewage, but there were a few technicians who specialized in checking the electronic regulators that were imbedded at birth and fused with the nascent neural network. These were the safety switches and only the masters had the codes. One press of a button and the beast would lie down to sleep or wash itself.
From the waist up they were women of haunting beauty, their large elliptical eyes like great pools of dark liquid. Their clothing was as black as the night sky with patches of armor plating. Their legs were powerful hydraulic machinery about three times the height of regular human legs with large bird-like three toed feet at the bottom. Before they had become cyborgs the women were skiers, bare knuckle fighters, kick boxers and dancers, skills they had retained even after their surgery. They could take a passenger high up on their backs, sitting on top of their metal legs without being slowed down at all.
They were really more machine than animal. The central nervous system of a human had been wired to the gigantic titanium skeleton. With their infrared cameras and ultra-sensitive microphones they could detect any and every living thing within a radius of several kilometers. There was no sneaking up on them, no stealth that would work, no surprises. And they were almost without mercy, almost. Once the rebels found out that they would not fire on children, they developed growth-stunting hormones. Now the rebels all looked like children no matter how old they were.