There's a difference between "needing them to live" and "getting rid of my arm because if I get a papercut it hurts and I really don't want to bleed again", isn't there?

( well--not to her. maybe in very specific circumstances she turns a blind eye, if it isn't really replacing anything exactly, but... indoctrination is all about steps. very easy to digest steps. )

Calw was full of people chasing the "upcoming trend" of exchanging your "old-fashioned fleshy body" for the "new cybernetic tech" ones. That's the kind of town I grew up in--I hated it. ( isolating, to think differently than them. ) So I found people who understood me and got out of dodge! Isn't that a happy ending?