"Hiss... Mr. Fisher, this guy is missing more than just a hand or an eye. His breathing rate and metabolic frequency are off, and he has other organs replaced inside him, most likely his lungs. Not only that, his skeletal proportions are incorrect unless he was born deformed..."
Mikhail turned his head to look at Tangze Asuka, a flash of blue light passing through his single eye,
"I come from 2156, from New Russia, completely controlled by a weapons company called 'New Siberian Wind.' In that era, people had no choice but to implant all sorts of cheap illegal prosthetics to secure precious job opportunities, including many underdeveloped minors. You can imagine how, when their bodies began to develop, the twisting agony of flesh and prosthetic entangled and rejected each other."
