That would change.
“Where am I?” His voice echoed strangely. chrome blaire ivory
Blaire tapped a floating screen. A schematic of a human body appeared, overlaid with glowing blue lines. “You were hit by an autonomous freight hauler at 11:47 PM. Your organic body was, to use a technical term, soup . But you had a Neural Archive subscription. Top tier. We downloaded you twelve seconds before brain death.” That would change
“No. This is a Mark IX Synthetic Vessel. Chrome endoskeleton, ivory polymer dermis, Blaire-series neural lace.” She smiled faintly. “You’re a ‘Chrome Blaire Ivory’ model. I designed it. Named it after myself. Modest, I know.” to use a technical term
Leo’s heart—or whatever pumped now—lurched. “What?”