“Retroduction”

thethespacecoyote:

Though the expertly fine-tuned result of a lot of research and prototyping, there were still little things that set Rhys apart from the average human. His skin looked colder, muscles in his face less accustomed to human emotion. But never had he looked this pale, this still, not since Jack had first seen his unactivated body hanging in stasis in R&D.

He took in the grievous wounds littered over Rhys’ body, each worse than the last. Cuts and scratches around his port and left eye told Jack they’d tried to get into his brain, rip out those delicate Hyperion processors. A thin scalpel glimmered like a bloodied clue on the ground besides Rhys’ head. Even more tools sit scattered atop the table. Jack can only guess at their use and where they’d cut into his android’s body like the god-damn butchers they were, with none of the finesse and care Jack used whenever Rhys needed repairs or updates.

Bastards. Jack’s teeth ground together. They’d harvested his Rhys for parts then left him here to die.

I got a random urge to write robot gore, so some android!Rhys fic was born. Hope you guys like it 🙂

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