The whirring and sparking of the machinery could be heard throughout Zaun. The din emanated from a laboratory deep within the heart of the city-state; the source: a machine designed to replace all but the brain of the victim with metal.
"I am sorry, little Armordillo," said a Russian voice behind a welding helmet. "But this is for science. It will all be over soon. Then you will feel nothing." All Rammus could say in response was "okay."
The machinery put the final touches on Full Metal Rammus, as Viktor christened him. The scientist pulled away the machinery from the metal casing so he could marvel at his creation.
"Yes. It is complete. Whatever it was in my dream was correct: metal is perfection. This is only the beginning; once the masses see this, they will have no choice but to join the glorious evolution. Now go, my Cyberman, begin!"
Rammus twitched and sparked in response, and powerballed out of the laboratory, leaving deep gashes in the floor of the lab and the cobblestone road outside.
"I quite liked that floor. Oh well."