He entered the sterile, odorless white room with a nervous anticipation, some ten long years since the demise of his marriage, it's ending revealing the depth of his wife's greed and extramarital lusts. The coroner's reports were inconclusive. Investigations found no evidence of foul play. Never mind the bribes. Never mind the danger of absconding with her body before the rigors of decay had set in fully. Never mind that he worked in the labs of the most cutting edge wetware developer since mecha-enhancements became a global trend in the late 2030's. Never mind any of it. She was his. She had broken his heart. And now, standing before him, in this cool, stark place, the low hum of electricity yeilding a faint, almost inaudible whirring sound, she awakens, now his forever. He smiled a kind of unsettling satisfaction at the sight of her eyes snapping open as he spoke aloud what he would call her now that she was truly his, a word that in his amusement was a combination of what would return her to him, under his thrall, with the name he once called her in happier times, "Mechanya".