Zircon's Affliction

"After nearly 20 years of working with machinary, computers, devices I built from scratch.  My life has become dependant upon them to survive.  But it isn't enough to sustain me.  I lack the ability to create sustainable replacements for the mortal injuries I took during a confrontation between my mother and the guardian of this world."

Zircon sighed, looking at the large monitor, as he frowned a bit.  He put his hand down on the keyboard, while he typed with his other hand.

"I have tried numerous variations to my original design, and while they are suitable for a temporary solution.  I, Zircon, who have created a sentient artificial intelligence, nanomachines to heal small injuries and keep a person healthy, weapons of such destruction that I have since disassembled them, digitization teleportation, allowing for quick access to machines through thought, cannot solve the problem of my own iminent lifespan.  The guardian's husband, Zero, provided me with a bit of sound advice, however; I was born here in Zenvera, but I am actually from the conjoined world of it, Feltza.  I was always told by my sisters, and mother, who had visited numerous times, that the technology from that world rivals my own.  While I doubt their grasp of it, their being both magically inclined, as well as not truly bothering to care to see if it really does.  I know that mother has sensed the changes in me...as has Ruby, my sister.  Topaz has gone with her lover, and the only person in this world I consider a friend, to the frozen regions here.  They should be fine while I'm gone."

Zircon sighed and tried to lift his free hand up, wincing a bit.  He looked down at his hand and his eyes widened.  His hand, rather the metal below his hand, had begun to slowly merge with his fingers and palm, the metal slowly fading into the color of his skin.  He screamed out, pulling his hand away from it, a sickening rip coming from it, as blood dripped from his pried away hand.  He winced, clutching it, as a voice came out from the speakers around him.

"Zircon?  You've been injured.  I shall prepare the medical wing-"

Zircon looked up, a look of terror on his face, "NO!"  He stopped, looking at his hand, as he panted, calming down slowly, "...It's...it's fine, KAM...I'm not hurt."  

The voice was quiet for a moment, "As you wish, Zircon."  The speakers turned off again.

Zircon slowly looked at his hand, the open wounds closing very quickly, the blood flow having already stopped.  He simply watched as the wounds closed, until his hand was just as it was before, slowly making it into a fist. ".....what the hell is happening to me...?"