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posted 25 Sep 2010 22:26 by Paul Johnson   [ updated 7 Jun 2011 13:58 ]

The victim awoke face down on the floor. Instinctively he reached for the back of his head where the damage should be, nothing.

He sat up and looked around the gun lay on the floor a short distance away. He crawled over picked it up and thrusting it into his mouth pulled trigger, click. He  cursed rose to his feet ran to the balcony and leapt off smashing into the pavement below.

The nano-bots went to work straight away mending the damage and shortly they would begin the process to bring him back to life making him perfect again.

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