Ryan shivered. His foot was encased in metal. The boots melded to his bare feet. He wiggled his now metal toes, and gasped. His skin was crawling as the metal spread rapidly up his calves, knees and thighs. He had been wearing cargo shorts, and the metal flowed up and under them.
"Whoa! Aaaaah!" screamed Ryan. His scream became a screeching metallic noise, and then he went silent. A metal man stood there in Ryan's clothing. Ryan was aware, but he was still. He felt so empty. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak, he couldn't do anything.
Erick heard Ryan's scream and came running. He looked around the armor filled room. One of the suits of armor was wearing Ryan's shorts and tee shirt. Erick flicked on his pocket flashlight. He flashed it on the armor's helmet. It wasn't a helmet, but it wasn't exactly Ryan's face either. It looked like a metal statue that had been made in Ryan's likeness, and dressed in Ryan's clothing. It couldn't be Ryan, could it? But if it wasn't Ryan, where was he? Was he naked?
"Ryan?" Erick asked.