Njabulo Mthembu

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Njabulo Mthembu's prosthetic left arm doesn't match his body's rhythm—it responds to commands three milliseconds too late, creating a stutter-step effect when he types. His eyes track invisible data streams that only he can see, pupils dilating in fractional increments as he processes information layered across multiple sensory feeds simultaneously. When he speaks, his Zulu accent fractures mid-sentence into technical jargon, then snaps back, as though different versions of himself are fighting

Backstory

Njabulo Mthembu's left arm was severed in 2041 during a Proteus Industries raid on his mother Thandiwe's underground neural clinic in Soweto, where she performed illegal sensory modifications and temporal augmentations for refugees. Thandiwe grafted a military-grade prosthetic salvaged from a decommissioned soldier, but she wove her own research into its neural mapping—attempts to create predictive consciousness that backfired spectacularly, leaving Njabulo trapped in a perceptual loop where past and present collapse. His mother disappeared into corporate custody weeks later, though Njabulo has spent fifteen years finding fragments of her consciousness archived in the arm's corrupted firmware—voices, half-memories, equations that don't resolve. Now he operates as a fixer in the informal networks of Johannesburg's digital underground, trading in stolen corporate data while obsessively chasing encrypted traces of Thandiwe's research through black-market servers, believing she's still ali

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