The suit was my dream creation, and my last chance to live. Now it has fused to my body, after I got struck by a bolt of lightning. Yet for all its, strange drawbacks I was somehow still alive. Almost for the first time, since disease had wracked me since I was a child. Maybe the lightning bolt, was my version of the phoenix’s fire. It was a random stroke of fortune, but it was my rebirth. Now I live as a man, trapped in a machine.
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Christopher Scott Author 
Christopher, I would not like to be that man.
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I don’t think anyone would be.
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A second chance, a good thing, right?
Well done!
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It’s hard to tell in this circumstance. There is a fine between a good thing and a horrible accident in this one. Thanks Yolanda.
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