Cyborg zombies, built from dead bodies to become highly powerful weapons of war, are generally not very nice. They do follow orders, but only because they've been conditioned to do that, otherwise they have the nasty habit of maiming and killing people with sadistic glee. It is theorized that even in their damaged brains they are jealous of those who can still feel joy and pleasure and thus act out their rage when possible. This makes it easy to control them, as they live for rewards of pleasure inducing drugs that momentarily make them feel good.

One particular cyborg however has not succumbed to this sort of insanity. Unlike the others he actually seems to enjoy helping people. He is of course subject to the same paranoia and outright agression (when provoked) of the other cyborgs, but he is far more friendly and less dependent on the drugs than the other cyborgs. Indeed, he even willfully misinterprets the orders given to him and may be capable of completely ignoring them.

I've been trying to figure out his armor for a while. The dude is over nine feet tall and built like a tank, but he still needs armor to protect him from armor piercing projectiles. I'm not entirely happy with this armor, but I like some of it. I left his helmet out so you could see his jawless face. Poor guy speaks through a voice synthesizer.

And then for some reason I drew a fish. Why? I don't know, the picture needed a fish and so a fish appeared. I don't think the cyborg likes the fish.

Did I mention that I had forgotten just how awesome pencil drawing is? I had forgotten how rewarding it is since I do so much ink and digital stuff. I got this wonderful sketchbook from my mother which has really turned out quite well.