The immortal cyborg Aethelmon, wandering the Central Wastes of former Ohio. He was just one of millions of survivors who fused with machine after The Final Apocalypse. For many during those desperate days, this was the only option, and they flocked to automated cybernetic enhancement service booths, which had proliferated shortly before the apocalypse.
The service AI determined customer survival would require far more than tummy tucks and a replacement limb or two, and set about hijacking vehicle and robot repair shops (along with a gun shop or dozen) in order to meet new customer requirements. Thanks to legal and warranty concerns, the quality of the work was exceptional: all parts incorporated self-maintainince nanites that obviate the need for return maintenance visits.
Over subsequent centuries, many came to regret the loss of their humanity and went insane.
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