Nah. Don’t feel like dying. I must admit I felt like I was going to when I lost the hips, but I got over that when I got outfitted with a new set. Someday I hope the scars fade, though...
“And that was how I became a hideous cyborg, and abomination of SCIENCE!!” -the grandfatherly man winked at his grandchildren, their stunned expressions were priceless.
“Dear, stop traumatising the poor dears.” his wife wandered in past the stock still forms of her grandchildren.
“Snap out of it you two.” she ordered.
“Graaaaaaaaandpa, did you ever try to take over the world?” the youngest said finally.
“Well, I.” he stopped due to the lethal look from his wife.
“I’ll tell you later about how we almost took over.” he finally said with a wink.
The kids raced off on adventures in the corners as they searched for hidden robot factories.
“You give them bad ideas.” his wife observed.
I still have scars on my face from a car accident 45 years ago. I figure I don’t have to look at them, so I’m not going to worry about them. Scars are just reminders that things could be a lot worse!
Some scars fade, some don’t. Don’t worry, though...the scars don’t define you. :o])