Free or Dead [Challenge: Choice]
Not flesh, but cold metal casing. Not thought, but electrical shots, hidden from touch.
Not human, not host, not alive. Deaf and blind and mute, I was alone.
< It is over, Yeerk.>
I had passed a war in my cage.
The empire had fallen; my leaders were dead. Everything I had known was gone.
The choice was mine, he had said, but it was clear. Go out there, into a world that would hate me? No.
I now run through the trees, tail swinging. I yelp madly, leaping with my pack amongst the bushes and scattered robots. I live.