From the introduction:
You’re made of tech and spare parts, like half the people on this island.
You’re not done becoming yourself. Also like half the people on this island.
But you admit it to yourself, so they call you an amalgam.
You don’t know what you need to finish yourself yet.
So you do crimes, and you change your body.
Tech? It makes you levitate. Cause tech is weird.
But that’s OK. Cause you like to fly.
Oh, and it MIGHT be made from dead gods.
That might also explain the levitation, now that I think about it.
Come fly with us.