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Wetware

(450) Psychopharmacology (-3) +
(1100) Hostile Environment Mastery (-7) +
(2050) Advanced Nanotech (-4)
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(3900) Wetware (-5)
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|--(4350) Neurocellular Surgery (-4)...
|++(6050) Neumonic Armor (-9)...
|++(6050) Polymorphonic Carbon (-4)
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Build Wetware Plant
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><Upgrade Rocket Artillery+++ to Shock Rocket Artillery at Factory
><Upgrade Assault Gun+++ to Shock Assault Gun at Factory
><Upgrade Mega Tank+++ to Shock Mega Tank at Factory
><Upgrade Flagship Artisan+++ to Viral Cyborg Spore at Shield
><Upgrade Flagship Artisan+++ to Combat Cyber Mech at Shield
><Upgrade Anti-infantry Tank+++ to Shock Grim Reaper Tank at Factory
><Upgrade Pestulator Artillery+++ to Shock Pestulator Artillery at Factory
><Upgrade Shock Legion+++ to Assault Mech at Starport
><Upgrade Shock Legion+++ to Assault Anti-Air Mech at Starport
><Upgrade Shock Legion+++ to Assault Grappler Mech at Starport
><Build Hover Frigate in Factory...
><Upgrade Hover Frigate to Jump Hover Frigate at Starport
><Build Hover Destroyer in Factory...
><Upgrade Hover Destroyer to Jump Hover Destroyer at Starport
><Build Hover Cruiser in Factory...
><Upgrade Hover Cruiser to Jump Hover Cruiser at Starport
><Build Hover Battleship in Factory...
><Upgrade Hover Battleship to Jump Hover Battleship at Starport
><Upgrade Naval Aircraft Carrier+++ to Lander Carrier at Starport

And so I would caution the warring nobles, who ever seek advantage over their rivals, that violation of the body marks the first step toward ultimate pollution of the soul. 

Ye who in your ambition would graft all manner of artifices upon the frame the Pancreator has provided for you, reflect upon this: Did the Empyrean wish ye to bear a retractable blade, a cleverly implanted needle gun, a subdermal cuirass, would these things not have been provided for ye upon thy exit from the womb? And if these things be not the Pancreator's will, then by whose grace are these gifts bestowed?

Look upon the loathsome Engineers; remember how you shudder as their red-litten, glassy optics impassively scan you; recall your revulsion as their metal claws twitch and click upon the styluses of their think machines. Would you be as they?

