Cyborg Prophecies

Dirk Strider, who was pretty much the person who wanted the post attention without wanting it directly, was currently walking down the hall from his English class to his brother’s theatre class. His teacher had said how he could get some sense knocked into him once his brother found out about how he was acting out, but little did they know that he would just be acting out more when confronted with his brother. Probably because he hadn’t gotten a lot of attention as a child and now he craved it, especially from D, is the reason he was a little shit ninety-eight percent of the time. Moreso around his sibling, to be completely honest, so this wasn’t the smartest idea. Bursting into the theatre room, Dirk spun around and walked up to his brother, clamping a hand on the other’s shoulder and leaning against him. “Hey, bro, didn’t mean to interrupt your speech about Shakespeare or nothin’, but my teach told me to come down to because I needed some quality time with you.”

What a boring day. Upon arrival at the Institute for his first classes, Dirk found himself stuck with a lot of free time. He put all of his clothes away, hung up posters, took them down again, made his bed, laid in said bed, sat on the floor, read a book, surfed the web, did everything he could possibly do in that lonesome room. Two hours he spent fucking around, figuring that he didn’t have a roommate, or that they were just boring and didn’t sleep with pillows or blankets. To each their own, he guessed. It wasn’t until his laptop screen said 3:30 did he finally stand, stretching and cracking every crackable limb in his body. His strange, cybernetic body. On some days, it made him uncomfortable, and on others, he was thankful for it. Without it, after all, without it, he wouldn’t be alive, and he only had himself to blame for that. Socializing was not Dirk’s specialty. In fact, he preferred to be alone; growing up alone did that to a person. When you practically raised yourself, you learn that humans are mean, cold creatures, and he, frankly, didn’t want to have anything to do with them. Maybe that was why he was lacking in the Friend department. Nevertheless, strolling he was, through the grass near the West building. He wasn’t a senior, no, but he decided that a walk around the campus could be good for stretching his leg muscles out. That was, until he ran full-on into someone when he was looking at the sky.  Falling back on his ass, Dirk groaned, his shades falling off of his nose to expose an eerie cyber-eye and a regular hazel one. Both of them flickered up to the person who ran into him (or, rather, who he ran into), and he muttered something before grabbing his glasses and standing up. “Mierda,” he swore, shaking his head. “My bad, man. Wasn’t looking at all where I was going.”