His Scars Triggered Security Then the Scanner Asked If He'd Faced a

He didn't move, didn't flinch, didn't even look surprised. The guards staggered back as the vision intensified, and there, amid the chaos, the human stood again younger, bleeding, broken, but standing, weapons fired, not guns, not missiles, something, improvised. The human glanced at the floor, at the faint reflection of himself in the polished metal, at the scars crossing his arms, his neck, his face, some jagged, some clean, some, impossible. The scanner processed that, tried to, failed, because in every known model of war, of survival, of logic, that wasn't supposed to be enough, and yet the human was standing there, alive. Even when facing something that should not be fought, the human reached the exit.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/little-scifi-stories-on-the-go--7033804/support.