All anybody ever has to do is ask, really. "You know most of my memories are gone. That's how. The Chair. Stuff me in it, strap me down, the halo comes down, and-- and it channels a shit-ton of electricity into my brain." The plates in the metal arm ripple a little under their sleeve, and they pause to rub at one temple with the metal fingers, as if feeling the ghost of it. "Took everything away, start over, hard reboot." Not that a medieval character like Fjord will know what a hard reboot is. The rest ought to be clear enough.