@jaidatruck@mastodon.social Chiba backstreet medical augmentation clinics... on OHIP.
I am *DOWN* FOR THIS.
"Well Mr. Rabbit, we could prescribe a surgical consult, outpatient work, a few months of physio and rehab, and even then there's still a 10-15% chance the schwanomae will return. Or."
"O-or?"
(Doctor puts a matte-grey box on the desk, which seamlessly opens to reveal a forearm replacement prosthetic, dark grey metal and gleaming cables. It flexes restlessly.) "Oroku-Sendai."
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(after)
"There's your maintenance schedule, your scan and testfit for a complementary synthpelt glove in the RealTex fur of your colour choice is down the hall on your left. And here's your GOOJ."
Distracted by the interplay of parts and painless operation of his new hand and wrist, Moment needs a few seconds to catch up. "Er, my googe?"
The doctor chuckles, fitting xis street eyes back into place as xe hands over papers. "Get Out Of Jail. In case it goes evil."