"What the f-!" Ethan yelped as he heard the sudden noise behind him. He dropped a circular gear that he had been examining and jumped back to the wall.

He saw two hands reach out from the darkness. "Back-Back!" he yelled and waved the light from his holopad ahead. 
 
"A cyborangel!?" he whispered under his breath, as the figure was illuminated. His thoughts rushed furiously as he looked at the pale green figure.  

It's movements and voice were erratic. A cacophony of sound uttered from its mouth while it swung its hands about. Suddenly, in a last desperate mechanical whir it slumped forward, motionless.

He raised a hand and grasped his head. "Man! That scared me for a second. Ha ha... Ha ha...," he said in relief.

As the panic rush died down, Ethan walked over the Cyborangel curiously. [i]" A cyborangel! Just lying out on the street like this,"[/i] he thought. He crouched down and examined its face.

It had a pretty girlish face and figure despite the dirt and grime that lined the contours of its pale skin. Its green hair was covered in muck and tangled with bits of trash. The body was slouched forward completely motionless.

"It really is a shame they leave a cool-looking cyborangel like you out in a dump like this. Guess some people just don't appreciate a work of art like you. I really don't get why they think those new mechs are so much better. They are just glorified robots, all metal and no bio," he whispered.

The comatose figure showed no signs of consciousness except the rhythmic burble of "SYSTEM REBOOT" coming from its mouth.

An alarm suddenly sounded from his holopad. "Shoot! I gotta get back to work," he thought looking at the alert. 

Ethan got up and was about to rush for his holobike. As he stood up however he looked back at the comatose figure of the Cyborangel. It lay there with a sad expression, rainwater sliding down in droplets from its body. 

He looked back at the alarm on his holopad and then back at the Cyborangel. His eyes narrowed, thoughts racing in his head.

"Man, screw it. I probably won't get a chance like this for a while. Boss-guy can wait, I have a perfect record this month. He can't do anything if I'm late just once," he sighed and crouched down next to the pale figure.

He put on a set of goggles from his belt and pulled out the latest mechanic multi-tool. "Alright, baby," he said putting on his goggles. "I don't know who threw you away, but they certainly didn't do you justice. Your kind has a soft spot in my heart, so at the very least I'm gonna  fix you up. I'm even gonna add my own personal upgrade to ya. Then you should be able to find your way back to your owner, and show how much better you are compared to those creepy mechs."

The goggles immediately scanned the Cyborangel and began providing specs in his vision. "Hm...Right... over.... here," he muttered fumbling with his tools. He removed a small compartment above the ear of the Cyborangel with a magneto-screw. It revealed a set of ports. Ethan plugged a cable into one port and connected it to his holopanel.

His holopad whirred as it began to do a scan of the internal circuitry. Panels full of data began to pop up.

"Well, the physical structure is stable, and there is no damage to internal components," he thought. "Software is all jacked up though, I wonder who programmed this Cyborangel? Haven't seen such lazy coding in a while."

His device hummed again. A Panel titled "Install Program?" with the buttons "Yes" and "No" popped up. Ethan tapped yes. "This might be illegal," he whispered at the comatose figure. "But you know what, nobody gives a damn about the laws here anyway. Here goes nothing." 

An installation progress bar popped up, immediately jumping to 1%.

[i]"I've always wanted to test this out. Cyborangels have an organic motherboard, sorta like a brain, that give commands to the rest of its body. For some reason, they all have static dispenser rods attached which do nothing but dampen and jumble signals in it,"[/i] he thought watching the progress bar go up to 40%. 

[i]"The program should disable all the static dispensers, which in turn should give a boost in mental faculties. I don't really see a point to having them there. All they do is mess with additional cognitive capabilities. I wonder who built them in the first place, it is almost like they intentionally wanted the Cyborangels dumbed down."[/i]

As the bar reached 80% a message popped up. Ethan read it. "Huh, that is weird. Looks like whoever programmed this one accidentally attached a dispenser to the motor movement area of the brain instead of the cortex. That would explain why this Cyborangel was thrown away. Also means that additional thought-processes were working but whatever. Can't really be effective here if you can barely walk or move your arm without spazzing out."

He clicked a few buttons and the bar resumed going from 80% to 85% and 90%. In a few seconds it reached 100% and a "Installation Complete" panel popped up. 

[i]"Well! That should do the trick, all I gotta do now is wait for it to reboot"[/i] Ethan thought. He then expectantly looked at the Cyborangel's comatose body, waiting for it to return to life.