Chapter 100 – The Legacy of Johnny Silverhand!
Arthur rolled his eyes so hard, they nearly clicked into the back of his skull.
"Not everyone is like you, Maine. Just because you're obsessed with flexing your chrome doesn't mean every prosthetic needs to come with a display setting. Look here—this square right here?" Arthur tapped a subtle chrome panel on the hip of the backup Adam Smasher prosthetic body. "Press it right, and boom. Out it comes. Clean. Efficient."
Maine stared, jaw slack, then gave a slow, admiring thumbs up. "High tech."
He kept eyeing the gleaming chassis, licking his lips like he was about to make out with it.
"Yo, so, uh... should this thing be mine now?"
Arthur gave him a side glare sharp enough to cut steel.
"Are you insane?" he snapped. "If you strapped into this thing, your organs would burst like microwaved pudding. This gear is made for a guy whose nervous system runs on reactor cores, not burger grease."
He pointed to another glass case nearby, filled with bulkier, less refined components.
"That stuff? That's yours. I'll retrofit it—get you some gorilla arms, reinforced spine, maybe even a personality implant if we're lucky."
Maine looked like he was about to protest, but the words caught in his throat.
He sighed. "So I risk my life breaking into the Smasher-mobile, and I get the leftovers?"