Basically, the absolute bottom line is that no thing is tailor made to an individual (which is why they’re called individuals in the first place)
Evolution, on the other hand, is an amazing feat and walks hand-in-hand with an amazing human trait called adaptability :> No one person will ever do just what you want them to do; that’s for robots!
In any story a stretch of reality can be made to allow for absolutely anything… In a biography of Abraham Lincoln, say, this would not be a good thing… But for Cata DDA, I’m all for it! Items or traits you dislike can be completely ignored by the player if they’re unwelcome (you can even start a fire and burn it if you like…). Can even burn an American flag if you want! That’s because in DDA the government is dead and all the cops are either rotting or robots. But you can’t be all, “Oooh, there’s a heatblade and I don’t like it but Gawd I’m forced to use it anyway because its amazing!” 
In the gritty end there will be toggles and mods for many, many things. Toggles and mods that the main devs have already expressed great interest in, and even so, if one thing should bother a person to a “game-breaking” degree, then it becomes time for evolution! Either adapt/grow in your acceptance of things (in this case it’d be ignoring that heatblade, don’t pick it up!) or evolve and learn coding and start work on the toggles/realism/vanilla-bland mundane mode you so hunger for :>
A lot of this also stems from the fact that we’ve added nearly every single conceivable thing you’d want to own in a zombie apocalypse… The grunt work is done, the time for flavor is now! About the flavor of sci-fi, we’ve got more than 31 flavors just because of the portals… Literally anything can be justified through them, from time rifts to alien storms to robot-parallel-universe mountable Abraham Centaur Lincoln :>
What I’m truly, honestly, really just trying to say here, in much fewer words: Robocentaur Abraham Lincoln belongs, and if he becomes hated, he should at least be accepted for his uniquity, his binary equine beauty, or at the very least for the radical bill he wrote in the year 23,499 X.C. where he secured the freedom of the Squillan Armadas from the radical oppression of the Biprodax (who were really just shadow puppets for the universal corporation Googlor.)