Karrie, biologically at least, has been reduced to nothing but a head. Karrie doesn't mind, though, that's the way things ought to be. Karrie's a very beautiful head, though. Healthy machine-groomed tan fur, expressive features, perfect white teeth, even coloration, and crystal clear yellow eyes. Karrie doesn't appear to have a discernable gender, so if you must use a pronoun, 'xer' is recommended. "It" is RIGHT out. The bottom of Karrie's head, where the neck should be, is smooth-furred like the rest, like there was no neck there at all.
Xer head is being cradled in a pocket of red velvet atop a robot body, gleaming with pistons. Karrie doesn't seem to quite be in control of the body, but it responds to xer every subtle whim nonetheless. A plexiglass visor is poised to snap down and protect xer head against anyone wanting to steal it.
Karrie was decanted and grown in Otissa and has lived there for 40 years. At age 20 xe took the initiative and had xer body removed. Xer life has been rather uneventful.
A recent trip into the Museum has offset Karrie's and Otissa's synchronisation, which means xe's not always being satisfied. The same trip seems to have caused some sort of psychological disturbance in xer.
[Otissian Prophecy]?