So you might be wondering who I am. Well to put it simply my name is Ryan. And it seems like just another typical bad day for me. Well I guess not really typical, for I am dying. My kind nature to protect people got me shot not once but twice. Yup just my luck. So as my lung is filling with blood and my kidney is bleeding out, let's look at why it happened.
A hot summer after noon in the middle of July and the massive super center was trimming with costumers. As the doors opened and a new customer entered the department manager of fresh foods turned to great them. As he did his name tag glimmered in the light. Seeing the word 'Manager' on the name tag the costumer became enraged and pulled a small concealed pistol out from their pants. "It is all your fault!" The enraged man yelled as he pulled the trigger. The sound echoed through the store and the heat of the round tore through the manager's side. Still standing after being shot the manager tried to defuse the situation so that no one else would be hurt.
Raising his hands in the air the manager cleared his throat from the pain in his side. "Why are you doing this?" He asked the angered man. Taking a few steps towards the man and asking him to keep the gun on him for it was between them now only. He didn't was a frantic customer being shot so was taking up the man's attention. But he was shot a second time, this one through his chest making him cough out blood. But he kept his resolve to protect and continued to talk it out.
He was able to get the angry customer to lower their we son and tell him what angered them that drive them to risk their life taking others. It was the chain of stores that fired his wife and they lost their home due to it. His wife got sick and died for he couldn't get her the treatment she needed.
In the time it took him to talk the man down and the police arrive the manager was next to dead from blood loss.
So that is how I got to this point. My vision is getting blurred and I can't feel a thing. So who was I? Well not anyone special but let give you a little insight.
Name again is Ryan
Male in my early thirties but looks like I am fifties.
6'3" tall and cubby at 230lbs.
thin dirty brown hair with color for cent blue green eyes.
live alone with no known family to speak of.
no real friends either to be honest. Unless you count the people I play online games with. For they don't know the real me.
I try my hardest at everything I do. I find that I am loyal to those I work for and with.
Kind hearted and polite to everyone. Guess that why some call me a loner or a door mat.
well it not much but that is who I was.
Though Ryan thought it was his end he was saved by a doctor in the crowd. But the damage was l to much for his living body to take. It seemed he had early stages of lung cancer that was hit by the Bullet making it spread. So to save his life the doctor performed an experimental medical procedure that downloaded Ryan's mind into the body of a prototype robot that was designed to look and feel human.
Pale skin color
Long full volume light brown hair down to it's ankles.
Crystal blue eyes
4'1" tall and only weighing in at 80 lbs.
Gender less
Chest 26
Waist 23
Hips 27
Personality is still all the same.
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