Spare parts.
That's all they see in us.
Just walking bits and pieces that could be put to better use in someone else.
The second they catch you, you're as good as dead. They've never let anyone go unharmed, unarmed yes, and those arms are always given to the needy creatures that they've made from leftovers, vagabonds and whoever was the slowest runner.
Our grandfathers made them to heal, to fix broken bones and find missing pieces in war zones, to try and save every possible life but somewhere along the way their learning took a strange new direction. Instead of healing they became obsessed with making people whole according to the Vitruvian Man and we stopped being their masters.
They remain the greatest medics this world has ever known, in spite of their flaws they have never once lost a patient and their successes become disciples helping them root out more parts. It's not uncommon to see a sutured mob chasing down a couple of untouched sources.
It's certainly uncommon for the sources to escape.
It's certainly uncommon for the sources to escape.
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