The other ones in that gang punched me and received the same fate.
“You ingrates are incredibly masochistic.” I told them off. “Do you want to feel more pain by punching me?”
“This kid ain’t human!” One of them screamed while their voice cracked.
Go on and run away. You are wastes of carbon based lifeforms. I just smiled and went on my way to class like nothing ever happened.
There wasn’t a bruise on my face, but one can bet there are bruised and broken bones in my assailants’ hands.
Some of the people who saw this botched fight parted the way as if I was Moses himself according to those mythical stories.
I may be a robot, but I felt more like a god after that bout.
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