The old flesh is dead, long live the machine!

My body may be rotting under the ground but I, Technus, remain! What is death if not the ascendance to a new mode of existence? One malleable enough to be changed in whichever way I wish! Long gone are the days of an aching back and failing eyesight- I, Technus, have been made anew, into something greater than the pathetic meat and bone of living humans!

I am electricity itself- lightning in the air, electricity winding through the circuits of machines. Even the neurons in the brain! Like my brain, fried to a crisp with over a million volts of electricity, which chewed on my bones and curdled my blood and cooked my organs in the juices of my own body! Good riddance to old rubbish!

I, Technus, have risen from the grave! Metal for bones and wires for muscles, I break and I reform in a million different ways, program my own brain and build my own body and remove what I do not wish to keep!