It wouldn’t be long now.
It started with a couple of fingers. She’d lost them to some necrotic rot she’d picked up on Amthia 7. Next it was an elbow. Just wore it out is all. She always did train too hard. But, now… Now it was her legs. Both of them. Mangled. Split to bits by shrapnel from a sentient bomb.
Damned suicidal droids. Who’d have thought they’d find religion? And why the hell couldn’t they have found one touting non-violence? Fuck. And here she was, held together more and more by synthetic bits.
How long before she’d be more like them than human?