The battery and chassis with a controller connected to the radio... it probably shouldn't be working but by some miracle, or Jeff's will to stay alive, it did.
Jeff's agonized wails will haunt Greg for the rest of his days.
Greg muted the radio to not hear the gun wrenching wails, only to realize Jeff is still conscious, just mute.
He raced over to the battery, disconnecting it from the black box, hopefully allowing Jeff to slip into sweet oblivion. The idea of reassembling his brother in this form was too overwhelming, leaving him in the equivalent of a coma was its own form of awfulness, and plugging him back in was forcing someone who was gutted and skinned to remain awake indefinitely.
Frantically, Greg forced back his emotions, now was the time to act! Looking around at the impossible mess that represented his little brother, Greg focused on the other vehicle in the shop. It's complete, it can be a solution, something to give his brother peace at least... Greg installed the control console into another vehicle as his father arrived with the emitter.
Bill arrived to see his oldest son tinkering on some vehicle other than his younger son, who was splayed out in pieces across the shop. The horror of it almost made him drop the device. "Greg, what happened to your brother?"
"He was in such pain dad, he was alive but screaming. I have to give him a body that's put together, but the pieces don't fit." Greg was on the verge of tears.
Bill looked at the emitter seeing an option to 'integrate' and clicked it on a whim. Greg cried out in shock as the controller connections shifted in size and shape, plugging themselves in. There was a repair option that appeared, which Bill selected, and the hundreds of minor and major issues with this new vehicle vanished.
Greg stepped back in awe as thousands of hours of work completed in seconds. Apprehensively, "Should we try to turn him on and talk to him?"
"That's why we're here." Bill replied not understanding his son's apprehension.
"Maybe, make him human again? I don't want... if something's wrong we can..."
Bill pushed the buttons and the vehicle began to collapse in on itself and revert from plastic and steel to flesh and bone. But this vehicle was nothing like the 16 year old Jeep that Jeff started as, Jeff had now been integrated into a...