He watched as the synthetic flesh knitted itself back together in seconds, smooth and unscarred. He wasn't a man healing; he was a machine being maintained.
Elias looked down at his hand. He tried to make a fist, but there was a micro-second of lag—a stutter in the synapse. Was it a glitch, or was he being over-ridden? Meat Puppet
The man smirked, his eyes scanning Elias’s unblemished skin. "Sure. But who’s pulling the strings? You, or the firmware updates? I heard the company can 'pause' you if you miss a payment." He watched as the synthetic flesh knitted itself