[ WP ] Your parents sit you down on your 21st birthday . `` You 're a cyborg . ''

`` What does that mean?'' 
 
 His father was smiling. His white labcoat swirled around him as he bounded towards the table, shifting the robotic arm above the table lightly so it was out of his way. 
 
 He twitched slightly as the scalpel on the end of the arm sliced lightly across his shoulder. He felt a flash of pain. It did n't really bother him- the cut closed up within seconds in a blur of silver. 
 
 `` Cyborg!'' his father said, `` An existence leagues above that of a normal human. A power beyond the reckoning of those secretive fat nobles conspiring in their dens!'' 
 
 His father started laughing maniacally. He squinted up at the harsh white lights above the operating table. 
 
 `` Why are you telling me this?'' he asked politely. `` Are you flattering me because you want me to do something for you?'' 
 
 His father patted his cheek lightly, pushing away a lock of metallic silver hair. His father managed to stop laughing after a moment although a few merry chuckles still escaped him. `` Oh no. No. Of course not. If I wanted you to do something I'd just mess around with your spinal input unit while you're deactivated.'' 
 
 `` Of course.'' he closed his eyes briefly. `` I see.'' 
 
 `` You do n't see.'' his father frowned lightly, adjusting his gleaming glasses, `` You do n't understand, of course, how momentous this occasion is!'' 
 
 `` Uh huh.'' he said dully. 
 
 `` You see... none of my cyborg experiments have managed to live to your age!'' his father cheered. `` Congratulations! Happy twenty-first birthday!'' he raised his hands, as if reaching for the lights, `` You're old enough to drink!'' he coughed, `` Well, you'd never get drunk anyway since I've calibrated your innards to automatically neutralize any carbon-based poisons, but still!'' 
 
 His father moved back to the table, drawing the scalpel arm over his left eye. `` I did n't want to prematurely call you my cyborg before... fear of failure I guess. But I think I've been really successful this time! Do n't you realize how important this is to me?!'' 
 
 `` Congratulations, father.'' he said dutifully. `` I'm happy for you.'' 
 
 `` As you should be.'' his father patted his head again. `` What a perfect child you are.'' he paused, rummaging around, `` Yes... I think it's high time I reward you with those new visual upgrades.'' 
 
 The scalpel drew low, skating across the surface of his eye before plunging down into the soft flesh. 
 
 He let out a soft, nearly inaudible sigh.
