Nahori

Nahori did not seek undeath, nor did they request a bionic eye. They simply had a splinter. A particularly nasty one, acquired while sweeping the training grounds in The Great Panda City. The new clinic seemed efficient, but the automated receptionist mistook their request for “removal” as a sign-up for the “post-mortal rejuvenation” program. It was a wing run by M-100’s alien civilization, who were offering free trials. By the time Nahori could object, they were waking up with a low hum in their skull and a distinct lack of a pulse. The splinter, at least, was gone. Now, M-100 occasionally materializes to offer firmware updates and inquire about their energy consumption, leaving Nahori to explain to their sensei why their sword hand is trying to sync with a nearby toaster.