Roger ran. He ran like hell. Rain beat against his shaved scalp offering some temporary relief.
The cybernetic implant had gone sour.
Roger slunk down to his knees. Rouge circuitry wreaked havoc on his motor functions. He collapsed onto the cold wet pavement.
Here lies Roger—brain implant beta tester.
A spot of sci-fi fun for this weeks 50-word story challenge.
As you can probably tell from the title and image I had a bit of inspiration from a little known band:
If you enjoyed this story you might enjoy this lengthier sci-fi piece I wrote a few days ago:
