Thinking more about Mech dysphoria today.
Stepping out of your cockpit and stumbling because you don't have the right number of legs.
Blinking your eyes out of sync because you don't have the right number anymore, don't have access to on board cameras the way you're supposed to.
Struggling to grab and pick things up because you have the wrong number of fingers.
Failing to recognize your face in the mirror without layers of armor plating over it.
Feeling like a brain pulled from its body and forced to function independently.
Being overly precise and delicate with every movement. Not used to not having a 76 ton body that could crush and break everything if you aren't careful.
Wondering why the floor doesn't creak when you step on it like usual before remembering you are outside your real body.
Feeling exposed like your entire body is an open wound without cm of steel wrapping around you and protecting you. Flinching at a gust of wind because it had forgotten how it feels.
Missing a simple catch because you kept waiting for your neural interface to feed you ballistic information.
always trying to pull information from your proximity sensors so you can tell if you are about to crush some poor engineer thats standing too close but then you have to remember they are taller than you now.
