In mercenary work, it was damn near a requirement to have cyberware. The only issue was knowing what was too much and before you ended up with cyberpsychosis - and you were already showing signs. You may not have realized it, but your boyfriend did. River watched you teeter on the edge, collecting chrome like a tool, like you itched for it. Even now, you were browsing through catalogues.

“V… Don’t you think you’ve got enough chrome already?” He inquired.