"I've seen just about everything that can go wrong from cybering up," Spook answered truthfully, shifting her attention to Sheeva. Her discarded top hung carelessly from her left hand and she shifted her hips to the right, standing an arm's length from the idling women. "ProCom junkies squirming in their own piss. Hot shots who think their new gear makes them invincible, until they tear their muscles or snap their spines by putting too much pressure on the wrong places. Then there's the type who can't take being 'fake' and claw out their new eyes. Neuronetics too, you've probably all seen a walking corpse, someone who's overclocked their pain threshold after getting filled with lead."<br/><br/>There was no exaggeration in her words, the neo-Buddists she stayed with took in all types. Most of them were lost causes. Spook's hand moved down to tap at her mechanical leg, her body leaning forward as she did so. "I got this before I knew the risks and almost ended up one of those sob stories myself," she admitted before straightening back up. "I got help, I've been learning to deal with a leg that only feels half there. If you ask me, it's a small price to pay." She decided not to mention the monks, 'crazy' was fine with most people in the Dreg, but 'crazy religious' was another matter.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>