Tonight, the prosthetic hospital collaborating with Log Bar was exceptionally pleased.
Yet another fighter, whose body had been extensively modified with prosthesis, was declared dead upon arrival; they weren't interested in how the underground boxer, who had turned himself into something resembling a War Chariot, had been beaten to death without any apparent external injuries, because they had much work to do next.
For instance, they needed to dismantle the deceased's gorilla arms and subdermal armor, then, after suitable repairs and modifications, allow them to flow into the black market.
"Poorly fitted prosthesis can greatly increase the probability of the user becoming a Cyber maniac, and private prosthetic trading is strictly prohibited by law."
An untimely voice suddenly echoed through the dissection room.
