Why are the Robots so sad?
We're not in trouble anymore...anyway
And no more
Synthetic fighting
They stopped the lightning
After today...

When they took the beach that day
They stole the children
Took them away
And I miss everyone...
But most of all the little ones
And their shiny toy guns....

Each and every one of us still pray
Hoping for evidence...
Looking for clues
All the robotic families
Searching the circuitry
For what remains

I remember mother that day
When her tears woke us so quietly
From our dreams
She told us
That fathers sleeping
And he is watching
From far away....

First off, I'm sorry if any part of this is messed up. I've been listening to that song for the past hour and pretty much bawling the whole time so I'm sorry.

This would be Syringe here. His life has been far from perfect. He never had a family, well he did but he was taken away at a very young age. He was then taken to The Labs to become a weapon of war. He was tested on, had different parts of him turned into synthetic robotic parts. The most obvious is his left forearm there. He has no brain, rather a computer inside his metal skull. All his bones were replaced with titanium to make him undefeatable. His speed was enhanced, his memory photographic, his intelligence far beyond that of any human genious. All of this to make him a pawn for some army warlord. All of this testing and synthetic enhancements were a waste though. One day while he was having another implant put on him, he croaked...sorta. He had a heart attack from all the added stress of all the added parts. His body could only take so much and then rebel. The Lab surgeons noticed this 'failure of body enhancement' and got rid of the 'unacceptable subject'. That meant they took him out back and let him rot away in an outside pen. No shelter, no food, no water. It was their 'humane way of getting rid of the unacceptable subjects'. The Labs were conviently placed in an arid desert that saw rain once about every 50 years. It was an unforgiving terrain, somewhere not to be stuck in. After three weeks Syringe became so tiny that he could get through the hole he had dug. Another 'enhancement' they gave him was the ability to go extended periods without food or water. It was another added stress on his already stressed body. After sliding easily through the hole, he ran. All he knew to do was run in the opposite direction and pray no one saw him. He ran for days on end, not seeing any other living creature. One rather cool day he collapsed, exhausted. Every fiber of his being, his very existence, screamed in agony. He has no clue, no memory of who or what found him. All he knows is he woke up one morning in a lush rainforest terrain. All around him was life and happiness, along with rain! He loved the rain. He found bows and pretties, as he liked to call them, and decorated his ugly body. Made his ghostly figure a bit brighter, a bit happier since he was now so happy. Syringe now lives in his rainforest paradise. He watches over it and protects the inhabitants. He's friends with all the creatures and speaks to all of them. He's everyone's friend and no one's enemy.

About the picture now...
Since he had all those things done to him, he sometimes ponders on it all. Since he has a photographic memory he can see it all like just happened seconds ago. He wishes he knew his family and wishes he never had all the improvements on him. Then again, if all those things never would've worked out he never would've found his paradise, his family. So I guess it all worked out well for him.

Funny...his situation sorta applies to me. All these strange things, these 'accidents' I've done, like striking a conversation up with Heather Perring on the back of a seat in Triez's room, like her showing dA, like her showing me YIM. I swear if I never would've wrote, "BLAIR WITCH STICK PERSON!" on the back of the seat I never would've found a lot of things, especially her. It's just funny how things work out really.

Syringe, The Labs, Syringe's story, drawing, rambling © me please.