In this era where everyone is pursuing the advancement of prosthetic bodies and defining everything by "performance index" and "prosthetic body level", what is it like to have a bronze arm that leaks oil, gets stuck, and makes a steampunk-like "clanging" sound from time to time?
I, Lin Qi, the most dedicated garbage sorter at the bottom of Xinqiong City, am the unfortunate person who experienced it.
Others show off their nanoscale neural connectors and plasma light blade arms, but this "old antique" inherited from my ancestors is the biggest obstacle to my job search, the source of ridicule, and the culprit of ninety-nine failed blind dates.
Until that day, for the reward of three credits, I was involved in a black market transaction. When a shiny "military-grade high-frequency particle claw" was about to crush my head, my scrap metal, which I had disliked for eighteen years, went against my will for the first time - it moved on its own.
[External threat detected... Activate stress defense protocol...]
[Discovered that 'poor' energy sources can be absorbed...]
[Reverse swallowing in progress...]
Wait, how come this piece of scrap metal has its own "reverse upgrade" function? Devouring other people's high-end prosthetics to feed this old antique like me?
——Lynch's cyber life started from becoming the public enemy of the city and the biggest bug. His goal is simple: set a small goal first, for example, give this retro arm a full-body armor?
