The cyborg stood in the dimly lit room, his metallic body glinting in the faint light. every inch of his skin was covered in intricate patterns of circuitry, the result of years of surgical enhancements. his eyes glowed a bright, neon blue, the only source of light in the otherwise dark room. they seemed to dance and flicker, as if alive with their own inner fire. his limbs were elongated and slender, each one ending in a sharp, precise claw. they moved with a fluid grace that belied their artificial nature. as he turned his head, the light caught the edges of his face, revealing a network of wires and sensors that seemed to pulse with energy. he was a being of pure technology, a living machine of unparalleled power and precision.