Sometime latter you emerge slowly from a deep sleep. Your still pretty groggy, and seem to be having trouble getting your eyes to open. Eventually you do manage to open them, but the sudden bright light hurts your eyes, forcing you to close them again almost immediately. "Gah! Why's it so damn bright in here?" you complain. You try opening your eyes again, just a slit at first. After giving them a moment to adjust to the brightness, you open them the rest of the way. You notice your body's covered by a thin white sheet, and you appear to be in a hospital room, or something very much like one. You also notice something else which upsets you more than a little. Doctor Franklin seems to have decided to make a few "improvements" to your breasts judging by the large mounds under the sheet. The things are huge, way bigger than the B-cups you came in with, F-cup at the very least! Which would be fine if you were a stripper or something, but in your line of work having a pair of tits like these would be a real liability, one that you can't afford. Suddenly, a shadow appears above you. Looking up, you see the Doc standing next to the you.
The Doc leans over you. He appears to be examining you for some reason. "Ah, so your finally awake I see." he says.
"Yea, I'm awake, but you won't be unless you do some explaining! What's the meaning of this Doc, is this your idea of a joke? Cause if it is, it's not funny. Those things under the sheet better be water balloons, because if I find out you gave me a boob job while I was out I swear to God I'll kick your ass!" you threatened. You already know their real though, you can feel the sheet brushing across your nipples.
The Doc's eyebrows arc slightly in response to your threat, a slight smirk appearing on his face for just a moment, as though he's having trouble containing his amusement for some reason.
"Something you find funny about this situation Doc?" you demand.
"From my perspective, far more than you know. From yours, quite a bit less I would think. You'll understand the joke soon enough however." Doctor Franklin answered cryptically.
"Alright then, if all I'm going to get out of you is riddles, I guess I'll just have to kick your ass and have done with it." you growl, having quickly grown tired of the mad doctors mind games. Your really angry about what he did to your boobs, and your more than ready to smash something, preferably the doctor himself. Your about to become much, much angrier however. You intend leap out of bed and pummel him, but when you got to throw the sheet back, nothing happens! Your arms don't move at all! You try to kick the sheet off instead only to get the same results. Nothing, no movement at all from any of your limbs. Your seriously angry now, and more than a little frightened. It doesn't seem like your strapped down or anything. Not that you could really tell, since you can't see your limbs under the sheet, and being made of metal it's not like you can feel them or anything. Then you run over your last thought again. You can't SEE your limbs! You should be able to, even under the bed sheet. There should be lumps or something, the things are huge! But there's noting there, no lumps, no nothing. You struggle to sit up, attempting to confirm the terrifying theory you've just come up with, but even that's difficult, your body's balance being all wrong, causing your hips to rise instead of your torso as you flop around under the sheet. Still, it's enough to dislodge the sheet enough for you to get a glimpse of your shoulders, and your horrified by what you see. Or rather, don't see. Your arms, the powerful bionic limbs that made you so dangerous and you took such pride in are missing! There totally gone without a trace, and you strongly suspect that your legs are missing as well. You suddenly feel like crying, something you haven't done in a long time. Your totally helpless without your limbs, and as many enemies as you've made in this city, if anyone finds out about this its only a matter of time until every one of them comes after you in search of revenge.
"Just tell me why?" you ask, tears flowing freely down your face at the though of your complete helplessness and impending demise at the hands of L.A.'s criminal underworld. "How could you do this to me you traitorous bastard?! Why after all the years we've know each other? Was it for money? Power? Revenge? Why did you do this to me?!"
"You really want to know Amanda?" The doctor asks. "You want to know the truth? Okay, I'll tell you. I did this for___________________?
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