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He struggled to get a hold of reality--of his image in the reflector…Who was he kidding? The edges of pointed metal, the lined grill speaker, the crimson, rectangular optics--his own image made him sick to his layze converter. The quaking fear transformed into malice--a bubbling rage that couldn’t stand the thought of Zeus, of himself, or the idea of being left behind--the very memory that even death wouldn’t let him forget! Abandoned?!...He smashed the reflective metal into shattered pieces, making his reflection a violently altered creature of sharpened blades and red light.

A character from a book I wrote. Can't enough of emotional robots
But I don't like the hand behind the glass :/ still can't get good at those for some reason.

Description
He struggled to get a hold of reality--of his image in the reflector…Who was he kidding? The edges of pointed metal, the lined grill speaker, the crimson, rectangular optics--his own image made him sick to his layze converter. The quaking fear transformed into malice--a bubbling rage that couldn’t stand the thought of Zeus, of himself, or the idea of being left behind--the very memory that even death wouldn’t let him forget! Abandoned?!...He smashed the reflective metal into shattered pieces, making his reflection a violently altered creature of sharpened blades and red light.

A character from a book I wrote. Can't enough of emotional robots
But I don't like the hand behind the glass :/ still can't get good at those for some reason.