A man addicted to augmenting himself with increasingly complex parts is hunted down by a prosthetics company that are willing to kill to learn his secrets

It’s 7:48 in the morning, I haven’t even had my coffee yet, and I’m watching as they’re hauling my body out of the river. I’m an Upload, a clone. They’ve mapped my genes, replicated my DNA, made a copy, and now I need to solve my own murder.

As the world of ultimate fighting gains more ground in society, what extremes will the ’sport’ go to for an entertaining show? the sport has become a series of death matches more familiar to a Roman gladiator than the competitors of our age.