It left itself to stare at the dents upon regions of it’s armored matter, the patterns ingrained within the flesh of its form— a delicate web of architectural freedom— with the sole purpose to benefit its nearby cellular community with a scaffolding orders of magnitude higher than should be possible for something of its caliber. On a small scale, the frame held its skin taut while the nanolithographic bioorganometallic matrices were dominant in their takeover, however ceased it may now be. Only controlled by a seed placed in its chest that thrummed with its heartbeats, it never ceased in and of itself, but went so far as to empower its every organ with regular jabs of electricity that not only bolstered its physiological outcomes, but improved efficiency in ways that could quickly fry the normal. Action potentials were but a myth, after all, because they could now be forced to propagate in their own manners, and the lasting damage would always be quickly mended by microliters of just the right chemical cocktails.