Malin once thought that so-called cyberpunk was nothing more than countless billboards in urban-rural junctions, extravagant fashion of shaving areas right down to the eyebrow corners and soft nose bones, as for mechanical limbs and electronic organs, and the contrasting roles of the pink and the hackers, not to mention the military mega-corporations were just commonplace settings like everyday meals, a twisted combination of new bottles of the next century filled with the old wine of the last century.
But when Malin actually saw all this with his own eyes, he sighed, realizing this was the life he wanted to face. As the young lady just walking by lifted her leather coat to reveal a steel Mulan missile, Malin discovered that his own ideas about body modification were not bold enough. Look at her—how were her lungs handled? Where was her heart moved to? And how were her ribs and entire skeletal structure supporting those metal masses?
