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Zara gazed coldly at the being she once loved. Her metallic voice echoed in the containment chamber:
-It doesn't matter if you hate me. Those are your problems. I know it kills your pride since you left me. A decision you made and no one prevented.
The cyborg in front of her had been Tark, her human fiancé before the Transition. Now, with his partially mechanized body, he was a complete stranger.
-A lump remained in my throat. I don't know why. If you wanted to talk to me, there could have been an explanation, -Zara whispered, her eyes filled with tears.
Tark looked at her impassively, his semiotic face devoid of emotion.
-Cowards are dumb, they don't act brave. But let it be known to you that you can't go back. I'm the kind of woman who doesn't change clients.
A high-pitched beep signaled the end of the visit. Zara sat up, shaking her head.
-All my life I suffered,-she murmured- But no man has ever been born who has sullied my name or humiliated me.
He abandoned the chamber, leaving behind the being that had once been his love, now a victim of cybernetic conversion. What was left of Tark was no longer enough.