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>>Cybernetic Capacity is derived from the following stats:
>>(Brawn + Finesse + Willpower + Presence)
>Brawn – the body’s tolerance. Can your muscles, bones and immune system physically handle the grafts, ports and metal shoved under the skin? A frail body rejects, tears or breaks under load.
>Finesse – integration and control. The nervous system has to coordinate with new actuators, sensors and feedback loops. High finesse means smoother synchronization, lower finesse results in tremors, spasms and seizures.
>Willpower – mental resilience. Cyberware dumps data and signals into your brain. Willpower determines whether you stay grounded under the strain, or spiral into overload, dissociation, or worse – cyberpsychosis.
>Presence – identity anchor. Each implant chips away at how human you seem to others…and to yourself. Presence measures how much of “you” remain, resisting the slide into uncanny detachment.
>>Current Cybernetic Capacity Threshold: [9/10]
>Neural Interface Port – rudimentary implant that allows your nervous system to interface with external hardware. [0]
Trembling fingers reach for the connection. The plug resists at first, then slips free with a wet snap that makes your teeth clench. A shiver courses through you, not from the cold, but from something deeper, a hollowing absence as some psycho-somatic connection between yourself and the machine as been severed.
The cable recoils into the cryopod with a soft hiss, vanishing beneath the conforming gel bed like a serpent burrowing back into its nest. The silence it leaves behind is worse than the tether itself, a phantom itch that gnaws at where metal once kissed flesh.
But you are free. You stagger forward, bare feet slapping against the chilled floor, dust clinging like ash to your soles. The mirror draws you in as if it alone holds the answers to your questions. You seize it like a lifeline, hurriedly smearing away grime until it’s somewhat clear-
...
...a face.
<span class="mu-i">Your</span> face.
To your great despair, recognition briefly surges, only to vanish in the same heartbeat. All that remains is a reflection that feels both achingly intimate and utterly strange, the visage of…
>>Please select a gender.
>…a man in the mirror. [MC]
>…a woman in the mirror. [FEMC]
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