"Fck it! How many times do I have to knock your head to wake you up?!"
John's words hit a sour spot with Mark, driving the latter into a sudden fit of rage. His calm facade cracked.
"Last times? Last times you were lucky! You were saved by unforeseen events, all thanks to that useless sack of meat who came in and interrupted my work! That doesn't mean you survived because of some special trait of yours or unique strength you have. Today, there are no interruptions. Today, you fall. Today, you die."
Mark turned and gestured toward the one thousand cyborgs standing in silence behind him.
"Do you see them? The moment the den is activated, their human side will be exterminated. They will be turned into pure cyborgs. Then they'll move south, spreading out to the other untouched areas. Can you imagine the horror of the dens created by cyborgs? Hahaha! Come on, Mr Mirage, it's already game over for you. You're just a bug waiting for the shoe, my shoe."
