**Artist wishes to remain anonymous*
***ALRIGHT HERE WE GO!!! ROBOTIC TF TIME AGAIN!***

The shark had no idea how it had ended up in the situation that he found himself in. One moment he was swimming in the ocean when he felt a sting and the next he was waking up in a laboratory looking setting with cables writhing all around him. Diagrams depicting his body displayed on consoles and no one living in site. Was all of this automated? He didn't have time to think about these things though since he could see that some of the cables were creeping closer to him and some slid over his bare flesh. Cold and sterile and smooth as only polished metal could be. It was like they held an intelligence all their own. The shark wanted to recoil in response but those cables restrained him and held him down as the locking mechanisms on the restraints on his ankles and wrists held firm.

Were they scanning him somehow? The only clothing on him was his swim briefs and they didn't seem to worry that it was there at all even if any other clothing he might have worn had been removed. He knew he had worn a rash guard before he blacked out but it was nowhere to be seen. More of the cables seemed to come forward...some of them in phallic like shapes, others holding various pieces of shaped metal that gave the shark pause as he looked at them. He didnt like where this was heading and he started to break out into a cold sweat.