The faint reflection that greets me sends a shudder through me accompanied by a heavy wave of nausea. Multiple areas on my head have been shaved clean of fur – only to be supplanted by sensors and wires stuck on with some sort of adhesive patches. If that wasn't concerning enough, there are heavier gauge wires that appear to somehow be hooked up to my horn, before streaming over my head and down the back of my head. Suddenly, this foreign weight all makes sense – yet it doesn't make me feel any better.