WIPjoy (catching up)

“Five words?” Jonah scratched the side of his metal face with his metal finger, hasp, hasp, hasp. He paused. “You know I hate that I can’t sigh, or frown, or anything. So, I guess machine would be the first thing to describe me.” Jonah bent his metal head, then shook it. “No. No, it’s not the first thing. The first thing is salvaged. The second is Soul’s Man. Third,” he chuckled, “a fighter.”

Jonah raised his head. “Forth, determined to beat the Clowns, and fifth…” he paused for a long moment, raised his metal hand, bent his segmented metal fingers, “…hopeful.”