To his utter shock, his bewilderment, even a tad of his amazement, coupled with a teaspoon of shock-awe-wow, sprinkled with fear Alex watched his skin ooz off of his bones. But they weren't bones at all. Slowly the metal skeleton of a cyborg rose from the molten pile of slag, and Alex could what might quite possible be his now green neon eyes blazing furiously.
"Of course. How could I have forgotten!?" exclaimed Alex in his now 80's answering machine voice.
"I was sent on a mission to save humankind from the now ensuing Zombie apocalypse. But something happened. I went in for upgrades, to gain a low profile I was given this fleshy exterior, and within my first few minutes out on the street I tripped on the pavement and hit my head on that newspaper dispenser. A group of teenagers carried me into a nearby video game shop where my reboot somehow swapped my smooth millionaire playboy personality to a geeky video game addicted sweat-spot."
Alex looked down at the molten rock.
"well, I've had better days" Alex sighed.
(I don't really know what I'm doing. Was there a She-Alex? Because I don't care.)