You fell into an alternate dimension and lost your arm. The doctors there gave you super advanced Cyber replacement. Now you have super powers! After reading the operator's manual you fell back into your home (Titan) dimension.
1) what can your arm do? and
2) what do you call yourself?
I will start
Brian Marcus received new left arm from other dimensional doctors who intended him to be a super soldier, but he fell through the dimensional barrier before they could implant a loyalty unit into his brain.
Now he can transform his hand into an arm cannon and toss a few super punches as well. It can also generate force fields. Pretty handy.
He has opened a private detective agency under his secret ID: Dr Jones, Titan City Investigations.
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My turn!
"My name? I am not sure. I had an accident, we'll that's what the doctors said, after I woke up. However, they didn't know any details or at least wouldn't reveal them."
The man stood up, took a cigarette out of his left pocket and lighted it up. "After a surgery they gave me a new arm, as I have lost two things. My arm and my self." Between his lips lingered some white smoke, before he blew it away in form of a ring. "The arm is special. Nanotechnology. It can change its form and use. There are special gadgets inside it. It can boost the power of my body in different levels. That's possible with the electricity in it. It sends electric impulses through the body and enhances the muscles." The arm changed to a hammer first, then to a drill and at the end to a simple spike. "My name is Morningstar and I am here to punish you." Morningstar walked towards a chair.
Sitting there was a man. Tied up and gagged. He was grunting in fear, seconds before his demise.
The superhuman used his tech-arm, still formed as a spike and stabbed the poor man's head.
Morningstar took his phone with his left, normal hand and called a number. "Codename: MGS. Job number: 398. Status: complete."
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Waking up on a forsaken Earth, with nothing to do but pick up the trash, Arm-E dreamed only of the day a cybernetic leg would visit Earth to rescue him, and fall in love.
Or really...
It was now a strange kind of homecoming to find whole people made of sweaty-pored parts. The motorhead waved its fleshy new appendage at nervous office workers in a show of solidarity.
"Arrêtez!" A tricolored hero landed in the space between itself and the workers and waved. No, not waved, although his palm was raised. He should have been waving. Waving was meant to be contagious. The motorhead knew it was 'waving' correctly - its arm possessed many miracles of muscle memory. It could roll a cigarette, it could flex its Chicano tattoo - was there anything this arm could not do? It could not instigate a wave from a hero, apparently. Not a proper wave. Just some sort of stop sign. This was not fair. This hero needed to be taught how to wave.
The motorhead looked about for a suitable weapon, although none presented itself. With a wheeze it unsocketed its brand new arm using its mechanical limb and flailed it by its sweaty bicep. This hero was about to be taught a wave good enough to make a whole stadium rise to its sweaty feet.
[size=14]"The illusion which exalts us is dearer to us than ten thousand truths." - Pushkin[/size]
[size=14] "One piece of flair is all I need." - Sister Silicon[/size]
What?! I could totally become like my main!
Cybernetic Arm that gives ability to use telekinesis at a molecular level! I am...THE ARM! No. No. Project Archfiend v2.0. No. No. Brand X! Okay, I may go with that one!
I wake up and the arm dispenses coffee. It's a neat novelty and conversation starter but I get tired of cleaning it, I eventually stop using it and resume going to shops for coffee.
I incorrectly assume I can lift heavier things but in trying to do so with one hand injure my back.
I loose a week's pay while I lay on the couch.
I otherwise resume normal life. People stare, I get tired of talking about it, I avoid air travel and other things that require walking through metal detectors. When bored I try to make songs hitting the arm with a pen in different spots.