My Name's Christine

It was unlikely that the automaton could handle a bullet wound. The coin operated machine was more of a boardwalk distraction than a medical device. But since the town didn’t have a hospital or a doctor of any kind, Kyle didn’t really have much of a choice. This 100 year old machine was consistent with the difficult experiences that had plagued him throughout the getaway. The bullet wound wasn’t going to stop him from finding the enigmatic woman who had once saved his life. Nothing would keep him from the alluring Messiah that he called Suzanne.