It wasn't an uncommom question. Cyborgs were still very uncommom, even in big cities. Mable chewed on a piece of bacon before replying. "I burned quite a lot of my arm in a house fire when I was 9, lost the matter all the way up my shoulderblade. I got my arm stuck in a desk drawer after my brother slammed it into one while we were scrambling out." Mable felt a shiver run up her spine, but she surpressed it. She use to quiver in fear each time she thought or spoke about it, but she had gone to therapy for years and had managed to mostly get over it. "But it's okay. I don't hold a judge."