Prime

Eden. The city glinted in its idyllic beauty, the rich snobs thumbing their nose at the destitute and the poor. To others, it was an economic paragon, standing as a beacon of hope for a world that had, for all intents and purposes, gone to hades. 

Prime had come here a little over a day ago, seeking to see what he could do in this overpriviledged garden. The cyborg was now floating over the city, an eye cast towards those below. To him, it was an opportunity to show the world what he could really do. What little black hair he possessed, he ran a mettalic hand through, feeling the small portion of skin he had left. 

Suddenly, he noticed a portal opening atop the largest, most opulent building in the city. He flew towards it, and was greeted by two green-skinned aliens, one of whom he remembered from a previous encounter. With his synthetic voice, he spoke. "Genocide. Why have you come here?"