/lit/ - Literature

What do we think of cyborg monstrosities? I think they're fun.
>Behind them (military trucks) came the loping form of a Stone Jaguar, striking fear into his heart like he was a mouse confronted with a well-fed and cruel tabby cat.
>Standing twenty feet tall at the shoulder, every inch of the thing evoked ancient craftmanship of stylish stone, like it was a statue come to murderous life. Its empty machine eyes glowed a baleful green, and Armon remembered from his training to never look straight into them lest he be struck with their old technological witchcraft. It was better to focus on its perpetually grimacing mouth where an energy projector was hidden behind clenched teeth, capable of outright killing a man at close range and inducing all manner of aggressive cancers from further away.
>This was a thing from the far south designed before the Fall; equal parts machine and synthetic flesh, engineered to wreak havoc in more than a dozen known variants. It was a thing of horror, meant to terrify potential invaders of the South Americas out of their wits, and possibly to quell resistance. There were many other constructs like it, but this was one of the few that ever left South America, being simple enough to capture if a unit knew what they were doing and willing to accept some casualties. Confederate command had never figured out who had originally designed them, or for what purpose. Looking at its huge teeth and claws from his hiding place, Armon got the message it brought loud and clear: ‘Anyone who can build these is not to be fucked with.’
>This one, however, appeared to have been damaged. Its left side, the one facing them, had been torn up somehow. The damaged flank dripped a vile mixture of green sludge and bright blood from a makeshift repair job where the two fluids mixed. The stench of it was enough to make Armon’s eyes water from where he lay, like somebody had skunk-sprayed a wet cat and then set it on fire.