Another 100 word story. Previous two can be found on my account.

Solid shell framing the numb void, sudden torque hoists up the affront, its fluid, if unfamiliar, movements a wine of sour grapes to pervasive moral defenses.

Its glowing eyes its sign of life, its sealed mouth its brand of no remark. Looking upon its thundering palms, ones lowly to those which blew out its old persona in the hollowed wreck of its torso, it realizes the cruel opportunity of its own visage.

His coveted second chance, truly a mechanical coil, emptier than his metal body for it was granted upon an immortal’s whim. The decommissioned’s unwilling gift. His secondhand mechanogenesis.