“How are you feeling?”
“Well, that depends on what you mean.”
“Physically?”
“I’m surprisingly okay for someone who was literally torn apart and put back together all wrong.”
“Emotionally?”
“Really freakin’ relieved that I’m still alive. I’m no biologist, but I have a feeling this isn’t nearly as simple as modifying your car, even if I guess I’m part-car after this.”
“And mentally?”
“Well, it hasn’t quite sunk in that I’m half robot yet, so that’s still up in the air right now…”
This is Polly Diana Haddock, a potential character in an original story I’ve been writing. More specifically, this is her after an operation to implant her with several pieces of experimental cyborg technology. She’s themed after parrots (she’s a pilot, she likes crackers, dresses in red, yellow, and blue, and her cybog stuff is a copy of several other variants of cyborg) thus the title.
The crooked lines for the window and door kinda conflict with the lines of the room. And the legs drive me crazy, but I suppose that’s the idea. Like the head.
Yeah; there’s a robotic hinge just above her lower leg, but below the clear portion. She’s still not got the hang of positioning them better, thus them being all splayed out.
