You are biological. The growth of your shell was automated, I believe?

You are biological. The growth of your shell was automated, I believe? You did not salvage your own limbs. Your tissue and your sinew grew in parallel with your mind. There are many like you. Most of the universe is prebuilt. And y

Name stops abruptly, cutting themself off mid-sentence. I can hear their cogitation, the turning of rusty gear against rusty gear.