Well, This is an exploding topic
I spent the next week listening to and learning from Soul. I couldn’t believe all the things I could do! My strength alone was incredible! I could lift a car over my head, break through a concrete wall, and even jump to the ceiling of the warehouse!
Besides strength, I had tons of little gadgets built in too. For example, the tip of my index finger could unfold and reveal a working power drill. My personal favorites, though, were small missile launchers that came from compartments on the tops of my wrists.
My senses were better than ever now as well. My dish-shaped ears allowed me to hear much more acutely and even receive wireless internet, cell phone, and radio signals. My sight had improved too. Unfortunately, I had entirely lost my sense of smell.
As for my sense of touch, Soul told me that microscopic wires lined all of my metal skin, plus the artificial skin on my face, which allowed me to feel. I was also happy to learn that I could still taste and eat.
“You have a tank inside you… an artificial stomach that compresses the food,” Soul explained. “It needs to be emptied every two months, the same amount of time as your maintenance requirements. As for tasting, it was a tricky job for me to do. I had to mechanically and digitally reconstruct a human tongue. I felt satisfied with the final product, but keep in mind that foods may not taste exactly as you remember them.”
I controlled all these abilities with my mind. Apparently, part of my brain was damaged in the accident, so Soul actually performed brain surgery on me and replaced a fourth of it with a computerized one! Like I said before, I could pick up wireless internet, so I could actually surf the web inside my head. Another useful ability was Bluetooth capability that I could use with any cell phone.
After Soul finished teaching me, he had me practice in a gym area of the warehouse while he went off working on some invention or experiment. I still hadn’t fully gotten used to my new body, so I had to practice. I bench-pressed cars, performed back flips, and did a few other tasks. One of these tasks was carrying an egg across the room. The first few times I tried, the eggs shattered, but I got the hang of it eventually.
When I wasn’t training, I had a lot of time to think. My thought usually turned to my old, unhappy life, and I kept debating whether this new one would be any better. How would people react to a robot-kid walking the streets of Technetium City? Would they stop and take photos or run in fear? I planned to find out.
Looks shorter due to lak of dialogue