text: [Themes: sci-fi, drama, science fiction, action, anti-hero, horror]
  
  "These feelings are irrational" - you think to yourself.
  
  You decide to continue walking down the city aimlessly, looking for something to do. A purpose. First you need to get out of these close, your analysis suggests that these clothes aren't what is considered 'in' right now and you definitely stick out. You walk around for a bit until eventually you get to a clothing store that is completely closed, it is very late at night of course. With precision, you shoot very tiny lasers out of your eyes and make a hole in the front big enough for you to walk in through. You sprint into the store before anyone can notice you and you scan the area for any cameras. The super-soldier abilities came with the power to masterfully scan your surroundings, so you are able to avoid getting caught on tape.
  
  "This one's cute" - you think, as you look at a beautiful black blouse that comes with its' own coat.
  
  You remove your nasty gown that was given to you at that disgusting place and then you put on the new blouse and coat. You realize you need to put on some pants, so you find a matching pair of pants, and then some flats to wear on your feet. With a full outfit on, you decide to go back out into the street and march around for a bit. Your systems suggest you're far better off and can fit in much better with this new outfit. You walk around the dark streets for a bit until you can see a light in the distance. You approach it without a second thought - it appears to be restaurant of some sort, a diner to be exact. The front door says "Open 24 Hours!" so you know this is a place to find a bit of shelter. As soon as you enter and sit at the bar, the waitress comes and asks,
  
  "Hello miss, what will you be having today?"
  
  You look at her confused. Your systems begin to come up with a proper response, but before you can answer, a sleazy voice does it for you.
  
  "Give her whatever she wants! It's on me! In fact, give her the works."
  
  The waitress nods and puts in the order. "The works" - or the special for the day. You turn and see a tall, slightly rugged man. He appears to be a construction worker, judging by his choice of clothing.
  
  "Whatever you want baby girl, I got ya. Name's Josh. What's a pretty, young lady like you doing out and about? These streets aren't safe at this time, especially not for someone like you!"
  
  You try to think of what to say to him.
  
  "Thank you. My name is Diana. I don't have anywhere else to go. That's why I'm here."
  
  He looks a bit confused.
  
  "You're homeless? Who'd be stupid enough to kick you out?!"
  
  The waitress comes back holding a plate, your order was filled rather quickly as a result of it being the special for the day. The eggs and bacon look delicious on your plate. Instead of listening to this "Josh" person, you quickly begin to chow down on your food. Every bite tastes more delicious than the last, and you finish it almost in seconds!
  
  "Whoa girl, are you alright? Seems like you haven't eaten in years! But it's ok, I love me a girl that can eat, haha!"
  
  You look back at him with a confused stare.
  
  "Thank you for the food, you're a nice man."
  
  He gives a big chuckle.
  
  "Thanks little lady. But if you don't have anywhere to stay, how about we go back to my place then? I have a nice, warm bed for us. I don't go in for a few more hours, we got plenty of time!"
  
  You weigh your options.
  
  > say "Yes, that sounds lovely."
  "You're a kind man. That sounds lovely."
  
  The man begins to drum his hands on the table in cheerful joy.
  
  "Yes! Alright great. Lemme get my truck and we'll get on out of here!"
  
  The man stands up and runs out the front door. You decide to follow along slowly, and upon leaving the restaurant, you see that the excited man is already outside waiting for you in his truck. You get into his car and speed off into the night. You arrive at a decent looking middle class neighborhood before he pulls into a fairly nice house. He opens his door and then sprints over to your side, opening up your door too.
  
  "After you ma'am."
  
  You step out of the car and approach his front door. The sun is beginning to go up now, but you aren't able to admire it for long, as he closes the door behind you and then pulls you upstairs.
  
  "Got a real nice room up here for us!"
  
  You follow behind him and approach a bedroom door, which he promptly opens and then pulls you in before closing behind him.
  
  "Alright little lady, I'm gonna show you a damn good time."
  
  Part of you is worried, but another part of you is... interested. You haven't had any sort of encounter like this in years. It's fairly exciting. He rips off his shirt to show a slight beer gut, and then begins to press his lips against yours. You don't know how to respond, but you let it go on for a bit. He then removes your blouse with some sort of expert precision and before you know it, the two of you are naked.
  
  "Ohhh boy, you don't know what you're in for."
  
  He begins to kiss your body throughout various points. You feel him press against some of the metal inserts under your skin, and you notice his heartbeat change a bit. But that doesn't stop him from shoving his 'manhood' into your 'lower area.' He begins to thrust a bit... and then slower... and then he stops.
  
  "Wait now, wait a minute. I've had plenty of pretty ladies in my time, and ain't none of them felt like this. What is this? Are you some sort of freak? Your bones are all rough, your hole ain't nothin' pleasing. What is the meaning of this?"
  
  You look up at him in confusion.
  
  "What do you mean?"
  
  He barks back down at you,
  
  "Is this a natural body? Were you born this way??"
  
  You laugh for a bit, ignoring your scans that his heartbeat is pounding and his anger is rising.
  
  "Oh no, of course not. I was made this way. I wasn't born like this, they made me this way."
  
  The man's heartbeat goes back down as his face begins to calm for a second.
  
  "Give me a quick second. I'll be right back."
  
  You're confused, but nod your head. You lay down on his bed, wondering if that's what 'sex' feels like. Before you know it, though, you hear a loud BANG. You look up and see a hole in your chest.
  
  The man stands by his door holding a shotgun. You try to respond, but your systems are going into critical failure. He blasts you one more time, scattering your face all over the wall. You came back to life only to die at the hands of some buffoon. Shame.