New Blood - Spartan IV Aug

Ever seen an old house on Earth that’s been gutted right to the studs and then refurbished from top to bottom? It looks mostly the same on the outside—maybe with a fresh coat of paint—but inside, it can be filled with cutting-edge class and gadgets that would make the original owners cry tears of sheer jealousy.
			That’s pretty much what they did to me.
			They lengthened and augmented my bones to make them tougher than steel, which I needed, because they stretched and amped my muscles up so high I would have otherwise broken my own legs every time I jumped into the air. They replaced or reinforced every one of my joints to boot. By the end of it all, I was several centimeters taller than I’d been when I enlisted with the UNSC.
			They super-myelinated my nervous system to amp up my reaction times. They improved my blood to make me immune to most toxins. They tell me I could eat a raw tree for dinner and get enough calories out of it to substitute for a six-course meal.
			They souped up or replaced every one of my internal organs shy of my brain. I think. The SPARTAN-IV augmentation process is generally handled by ONI, after all, and you never know what those spooks might do. They don’t seem to wrestle much with a lot of moral issues.
			Case in point: They wired me up with enough onboard electronics that they’ll have to recycle me rather than bury or burn me when I’m gone. I can see in the dark, interface with an AI, and I presume there’s some kind of indestructible data recorder so they can monitor my health and performance.
			I hear they make my MJOLNIR armor out of the same stuff.


- Halo: New Blood, Chapter 14