Oh, you could say it was all the rage. People replacing their entire bodies with cold metal, forsaking that pain which reminds us we're alive and human in the first place...

( her voice, swinging a little high and sweet, spits the words like they're poison. )

Wouldn't you say that's a crime? Bear in mind, now, that these people didn't need it. ( ...she doesn't particularly like people who think they need it either, but at least they're replacing something they lost rather than deciding they want a new head or something, made of steel and wires. where's the individuality in that? the humanity? there is none: just the blank face and mechanical voicebox of a robot, the same as any other robot out there. ) There's personal freedom, and then there's desecration.