chapter 1 good day
rock & roll
The White Wolf at Outpost Aleph
Converting flesh into lifeless metal. turning me into another soulless robot. i’m not making it home. my arm is twitching, moving without my control. this is happening too fast.
A Visitor
After about thirty seconds or so he dipped the piece down into some water to keep the metal from burning and then continued.
Inhuman | Chapter 01: Escape and Arrival [old edition]
He sat bolt upright in his bunk, blinded by the flashing red lights that were spinning around his small metallic cabin and nearly overwhelmed by the racket the ship's alarm was making as it blared through the ship and echoed in the metallic corridors.
Industrial Model
Drom's back arched and he gasped as the metal came into contact with his back.
A New Light -- Prologue: Hunted
Bipeds covered in metal from top to bottom, carrying heavy, intensely sharp claws of polished metal. each, capable of cutting right through their scales.
An Awakening
After it reached its max he touched the metal to the stone and watched as the sparks flew off bouncing around in his lap before the burning bits of metal extinguished themselves.
First Contact
Pressure inside the metal cage proved itself much higher than that of the outside.
Darkened Skies: Chapter 33: Mother
With a terrible screech of metal on metal the construct coiled in on itself with trembling claws. though it still squirmed, the runes dimmed, and it's cries almost became inaudible. it's metal jaw clacking against the air in silent agony.
Spare Parts and Analog Hearts
She points a finger to the rusty metal sphere sitting on the table, wires and skeletal linkages poking out of it. "well roxy that's your old servo. had to replace it since it was so worn out." you walk over to the hunk of metal.
The Last Aspect
The metallic vixen's eyes glowed a dim amber. "altaega?" he whispered. after a few seconds of silence, he repeated her name, as loud as he could manage without yelling. "altaega?" the huge jaws parted with a metal-on-metal squeal.
Furtasia: Thladiran Pantheon
But first, the children they put upon the world would need metal. "metal to glint in the sunlight," spoke thladir. "metal to till the soil," spoke vamli. "metal to spark the fire," spoke methor.