Crashing through the dense jungle, covering the distance to the extraction point with ground-eating strides, Cybernetic Infantry Soldier Covert Operations (C.I.S.C.O) keyed in a diagnostic subroutine to evaluate potential damage incurred during the operation he was currently exfiltrating from.
He knew he’d taken multiple hits from heavy machine gun fire and other antipersonnel weapons in the course of the mission. He was little concerned about the damage to his biological component. Though he could see no less than four fist-sized exit wounds in his chest, he knew the meat portion of him was largely superfluous and would, in any event, regenerate to full combat readiness within two hours.
He couldn’t shake the feeling, though, that one or more of his primary cybernetic systems were damaged. His first indication of damage was the fact he was experiencing a feeling. His mechanical parts functioned solely by means of sophisticated nano-computers and heuristic algorithms. In simplest terms, he was incapable of experiencing feelings in those parts of him.
He realized it was silly to feel anything at all after so long and devoted 7.23 seconds of mission time to indulgence of such before activating a redundant bypass circuit and clamping the sensation down to a level calculated as unlikely to significantly hamper the unit’s operational effectiveness.
Upon completion of his current task and subsequent debriefing would he deactivate the bypass and further indulge this…feeling. It was the only sort of human concession former PFC Francisco Duncan Renaldo, now designated C.I.S.C.O., allowed himself anymore.
This story was written for the weekly Thursday Threads phrase prompt: "Silly to feel anything at all after so long."