Dynapatch -

Elias turned his head. There was no click. No friction. The patch was slightly discolored, a shade lighter than his natural pallor, but as he watched, the pigmentation began to shift, melanocytes activating to match his tone.

He was no longer a man with a machine attached to him. He was becoming the interface. dynapatch

It wasn't a foreign object sitting on his skin. It was his skin, just... newer. Smarter. Elias turned his head