The third was another Frankenstein hodgepodge of two individuals, emerging from the hallway where the amalgamation of Oni Lee and Hatchet Face -Hack Job- had exploded.
I’m going to take this a confirmation that Hack Job is meant to be taken as a name for the amalgamation itself.
The lower half was a man who must have been built like a gorilla in life, rippling with muscles, walking forward on his knuckles. His upper body grew up from the point the other body’s neck should have begun, an emaciated man with greasy brown hair and beard, grown long. He was not unlike a centaur, but the lower half was a brutish man.
Oh wow.
That’s quite the look.
Then there were the other things. They weren’t alive. Spidery contraptions of scrap metal, they lacked heads, only consisting of a box half the size of a toaster and spindly legs that moved on hydraulics, each ending in a syringe or scalpel.
These would be some of the robots Bonesaw mentioned, I imagine.
A dozen of them, climbing onto the walls and floor.
I doubt Taylor could control robots just because they’re vaguely spidery, but it’s still fun to imagine that.
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