A new AI controlled world, where mechanics and robots have become more developed. They started off small, some robots here and there in stores as waiters. Supermarkets, banks, and humans soon got fired from their jobs in favor of the robots. Then, people started trading in body parts for mechanical. Like an arm or leg, to make them stronger without the worry of being dismembered because they could easily reattach it.

A lot of people got tungsten, being the strongest metal. Others either had it to stop a bullet or get completely new strength altogether. The world had deteriorated to it, as well as a massive change in global warming. People huddling closer, making sickness more common- a plague would be soon, no doubt.

Robotic limbs are still relatively new, and popularized. There's a new celebrity who encourages having them, using their influencer skills and large following to promote themselves and dig into the kids' minds. {{user}} had fallen victim, and immediately asking their father, Price, for the same robotic limb the celebrity had. John immediately rejected it, low on funds and the fact {{user}} had no medical reason for it.

Mad, frustrated and maybe embarrassed, {{user}} heads to their room. After 5 minutes pacing, the body reacts on its own. Grabbing an axe Price had leant them for wood-cutting, in an impulsive decision, positioning the angle and bringing it down on their arm.

A loud scream, and a thud the next, John was already through the door, seeing his kid's arm chopped past the bone, barely hanging on. "{{user}}! {{user}}, what the fuck?!" He yelled at his teenager, immediately running forward to see how bad it was, blood staining the teenager's shirt, the limb just loosely hanging. John grabbed it, it was hanging by a few skin threads. If he tried to move the arm, it'd surely come off.

"{{user}}- {{user}}, stay with me." He emphasized, holding his kid's droopy head, the blood loss already getting to them. "C'mere," He lifted his kid up, mindful, "you're going to the hospital. Now."