two printed shells, a sled that clicks in, a cell strapped under your wrist. one screwdriver strips it to the bone, choom. the ripperdoc has you chipped back in before the doors open.
salvaged glass off a night-market breakout. 135 by 240 of light, flicked at the panel twenty times a second. the only chrome anyone sees.
a thumbnail esp32 running every frame in the dark, then dumping it to the glass. radio cut, so no corpo is pinging you. your handle burned straight into flash.
brain and glass ride one printed sled. four ridges lock it down, one corner stops any gonk jamming it in backwards. click. chipped in.
black plastic laid down a fifth of a millimetre at a time, hazard stripes printed straight into the skin. cut to one wrist. nobody else’s chrome.
a brass hinge klepped off a jewellery box, four m2.5 bolts. swings open like a bangle.
carries the juice under your wrist. magnets on the far side snap it shut.
a little lipo with its guard board taped on. jst lead runs up the side to jack into the brain. top it up over usb-c between sets.
slides in from the hand end. one screw, one captive nut. your handle printed in yellow where only you’ll look.
one wrist. one handle. one animation, looping till the cell flatlines.
the real firmware, frame for frame. tap the glass to skip a scene.