Tetsuo: The Iron Man -

Elias stepped out onto the fire escape, his new limbs clanging against the iron slats. He looked at the sprawling metropolis and saw not a city, but a graveyard of unrefined ore waiting for a god.

Should we explore a further, or

He stumbled toward the window. Outside, the world was soft, fleshy, and weak. It needed to be reinforced. It needed to be hard. Tetsuo: The Iron Man

"We will turn the world into a storm of steel," the static in his head whispered. He didn't walk into the night; he accelerated. Elias stepped out onto the fire escape, his

He reached for a glass of water, but his hand wouldn't obey. The fingers had fused, elongated into a jagged cluster of copper wiring and rusted rebar. He watched, paralyzed by a mixture of horror and a burgeoning, electric ecstasy, as a television cable snaked out from his wrist and plugged itself into the wall socket. The surge was divine. Outside, the world was soft, fleshy, and weak

He tried to peel it away, expecting a scab. Instead, he felt the sickening, grinding slide of a piston under his ribs.

A scream tore from his throat, but it came out as a burst of static. His jaw unhinged, held together by gleaming bicycle chains. His skin cracked open, revealing a chassis of scrap metal and pressurized tubes. He felt the "Great Rust" itching at the back of his brain—the primal urge to consume, to weld, to integrate.