It'll be a better bodyguard this way until we manage to find a decent shem; better it be brainless than with some desk jockey in there.
Lore
They tell me Sanem was there at seven AM sharp; this would have been three days before his death. The day of my transposition. They had wheeled what was left of my former body into the network chambers. By agonizing spell and impersonal machine, they moved what parts of me they felt could still serve into a newer, stronger body. They never tell you how much it’s going to hurt. It’s possible they don’t know.
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