It took dozens of surgeries and billions in R&D, but finally, my crime fighting cyborg was ready to protect the people of this good city.
Automan, the Automated man, was beyond human. His reflexes finely honed, his strength incalculable. Bullets bounced off his titanium skinshell, and he could see in near-total darkness. He was the perfect crime fighting machine. He was designed to be.
Now he was complete, and that very night the police shone the Auto-symbol above the city skyline. It was time for the two of us to spring into action.
Quick, Munsi, he called, to the Automobile!