The synth's body is blown onto the floor and walls. Limbs slap against the walls and fall to the floor; the torso is in shreds; white blood paints the station; the head, though, is undamaged, and sits on a ragged stump that used to be its neck. "You Punks always have such interesting technologies." the head says, and then its eyes roll back into its head, making them pale and... inactive.