Harper stood limply at his mirror rubbing at the stubble on his face with his bionic arm. He flinched at the sudden sharp pain that shot up from his finger tips to his arms and spine. Groaning he slowly removed his shirt taking extra care to avoid as much contact as possible with his bionic arm. Harper stared for a moment at his body. Frankenstein like stitch marks start under the center of his left pectoral and go under his arm pit, around his shoulder and back to the beginning. His entire left arm is mechanical running off the the heat produced by his body the arm is one of a kind, produced by the finest of bio-medical doctors. Harper has invested millions into the research and development of this bionic arm but is still in testing. A low pitched beep filled the silent bathroom, then a voice. "Lord Stilles, the Court requests your presence to hear your final say on how to deal with the recent tax evasions among the other classes."