With a twist and a pop, the cragged red fiberglass chip comes off. The scrungly emaciated man gives it a heavy bite and, upon an echoing crack, spits it back at the husk from whence it came. “FUCK!” He bellows, swinging back and forth wildly. “Cyberstrays, d-damn strays; ain’t no good for not a thing. No, no, no… hrmmng” He bangs the unresponsive body and continues, “PARTS, p-parts. I need parts!” He slams the stray once more, causing his cybernetic arms to whirr and contort in ways unnatural. To this, he starts jumping from body to body, endlessly they pile, crushing heads beneath cold steely feet. “Strays, strays, STRAYS!” Minutes become hours but time’s passage matters little to the man as his hands remain as empty as they were before his dive into the pits. Finally, however, something catches his eye. It gleams brightly under the synthetic night lights. It’s sleek, he notices as he moves closer. Now closer still, unnerving movements creep into view. A cyberstray, still capable of movement, looks back at him with greedy eyes. “N-no! Bad!” Horrified, he turns and runs far from the pit. “CYBERSTRAY!” A woman yells as a bang rings throughout the streets.