Strung-Out Loafing of the Machines

Graphite; 2009
Daddyfox's weekly art challenge #6 is "Rise of the Machines", the aim being to draw an original character as a robot or a cyborg or something. And it just so happens that I already have a cyborg. Huzzah!
Well, kinda huzzah. It's not really all that cool, especially not for him. Mr. James P. Makarios was sorta caught in the right place at the wrong time shortly before his sixteenth birthday, and ended up getting shot a few times and blown nigh to Kingdom Come. It should have been the end for him, but he pulled through by a medical miracle, and the fact that his family owns, like, the whole city of Phoenix*, including the hospital. He's kept alive by a patchwork of transplants and synthetics, including his entire left arm being a cybernetic prosthetic...one that's mostly useless and is actually painful to use.
When James got out of the hospital a few years later, he found he couldn't stand being around his family anymore, for a number of reasons, and took his depression on the road as a kind of expatriate Freespace biker. He travels light, with a (large) stack of books**, and an (also large) case of various drugs...some of which are needed to keep him alive, and some of which are just to try to numb himself up or trip himself out so he can kinda forget himself and his situation. There's probably very few chemicals he isn't willing to put in his system at this point. He's not a pleasant person.
James, by chance or fate, meets the crew and passengers of the Imp at a little two-bit pancake diner on a space station between Earth and Mars. They loan him a small amount of money, with which he makes a few financial transactions between Plutoner properties and accounts, utilizing some legal loopholes, which renders him independently wealthy in a few minutes. He then immediately pays them back, with generous interest. Simon hires him on the spot as Syzo's accountant and legal counsel, and he--having nothing better to do with his time--accepts.
...It's not very common, though, for him to sit around in his drawers**** like this. He's pretty grossed-out about his own body, not to mention ashamed, should anyone else see him. But, ya know, I like drawing his arm.
* That's Phoenix, Makarios Pluto, Pluto-Kuiper Commonwealth...not Phoenix, Arizona, United States.
** About the only thing he's got going for himself personally***, having neither looks nor charm nor talent, is that he's very intelligent and he's used his many, many, many bedridden hours to expand his mind. He's fluent in, like, six languages and it's hard to believe that he doesn't have a few college degrees, even though he never finished high school.
*** Money and family connections not counting.
**** That's right. On Pluto, they wear draw-string drawers.