[PhoenixFlame]

Probably not that likely. However since it's come up a lot that I am a sadistic vixen, yet a fair GM, the prospect of what might happen if someone attains the misfourtune of eating a railgun slug has been addressed by quite a few of you.

So without further ado, I dim the lights and play a Fallout style film reel.

Phoenixflame's dying 101 turtorial, or "How I learned to stop worrying and love the singularity."

A small, claptrap style Case rolls into view.

"Hello there, gentlemen and ladies! I hear that you, like Billy here have bought the latest in GetCo's full coverage death and dismemberment insurance!"

Billy, operating young neotenic with a baseball cap waves his hand.

"First off, you might be concerned, like Billy is, with the multitude of ways to horrifically meet your end in our fantastic universe! Fortunately, with a little saftey and preparation, you can avoid many of these painful experiences! Remember, we can rebuild your body, but not your brain!"

A small green circle appears over Billy's body, with a "Ding ding!" sound, while a red X covers his forehead, flickering with a "BAAAANP." sound.

"Billy's a smart boy! He knows not to walk into airlocks without properly deploying his vacsuit, nor operating at all on a space station without some form of emergency protection agaisnt the harsh unknown!"

Billy shows off his smartfabric clothing, which hastily deploys into a small, self-contained space suit. The wall behind Billy caves in, and the camera follows Billy and Claptrap as they careen off into the starry backdrop.

"Remember kids, dying of aspyhxiation is extremely painful! Secondly, you should be careful when operating near nanofabrication machines! Rogue nanoswarms aren't called 'smart acids' for nothing, after all! Billy here carries a small, GetCo brand nanodetector device to measure if nanite levels in his vicinity are safe for biomorphs!"

Billy shows off a small, shotgun-shell sized aerosol tube attached to his lapel. The camera pans down to a little sphere on his belt.

"Ooh, Billy! You're a naughty boy! Is that a plasmaburst microgrenade? Remember kids, nanites may be extremely vulnerable to liquid heat weapons, but most of those weapons are illegal in nine out of ten inner system habitats!"

A small disclaimer pops up in the corner, warning that outer system habitats are not part of this statistic. Billy blushes, and shyly surrenders the grenade to our friendly case.

"Billy's morph comes equipped with standard mesh inserts, allowing him instant and live access to the system-wide mesh! Additionally, they allow him to remotely operate robots and waldo units when jobs would be too dangerous for his own body!"

Billy is shown operating a waldo on the external part of a spaceship, which is hit with a micrometeroite and sent spinning off into space. Billy is unharmed.

"Last but not least, sometimes death is simply unavoidable!"

Billy's ex-wife walks into the room, yells incoherantly, pulls out a caseless machine gun and perforates his torso. She then exits the room.

"Never fear! Your brain may still be intact!" Claptrap spins around to face Billy, pulling out a small nanobandage and affixing it to the boy's forehead, before deploying a small buzzsaw appendage to cleanly sever his head from his torso. "Modern medical technology is capable of restoring the functionality of a morph that has been up to 95% destroyed in as little as seventy two hours!"

Claptrap can be seen tossing Billy's severed head into a Doctor Bot's onboard healing vat, and the lifeless head floats sadly in suspension while the video moves into a time-lapse reconstruction of the body. At the seventy two hour mark, Billy climbs out of the vat, apparrently good as new.

"Remember kids, saftey is YOUR number one priority! Nobody else is going to be safe for you!"