Cyberpunk
He wanted to be more like machine. To evolve towards a more efficient design, no? To feel the hydraulics of a thousand pistons and pumps coursing through the proverbial veins, the life-blood that gods envy so. For now, he had to setter for a single titanium arm, which did indeed come in handy, and likewise a cybernetic eye, grafted into his skull. Both of which would normally cost an arm and leg on the black market; Janner had either purloined or secured them under unorthodox methods while regrettably losing an arm in the process but life only is only more ironical in the future, trust me. In the end, Janner was packing heat and carrying a nasty bit of cargo.
