Bad news, my friend: you're a Jeep cyborg. Basically something from a Transformers movie. And yeah, I'm stretching the argument a bit -- of course at least on

Bad news, my friend: you're a Jeep cyborg. Basically something from a Transformers movie. And yeah, I'm stretching the argument a bit -- of course at least on a conscious level there's a boundary at my fingertips where I know that my body ends by the more generally accepted definition of "me".