When your heart becomes clockwork and your flesh begins to seep out of gears - can you still be considered human? "
At the peak of the Industrial Revolution in the 19th century, the chimneys of Factory 37 spewed black smoke day and night, and steam pipes spread like blood vessels. Here, workers are nothing more than breathing parts, and accident injuries are termed "transformable assets."
Cole, an eighteen-year-old Irish immigrant, lost his left arm in a forging accident and was installed into an experimental robotic arm by factory owner Claude. However, this brass arm is far from an ordinary prosthetic arm - it moves on its own in the middle of the night, carves mysterious numbers on walls, and even reaches out its blade to sleeping co-workers.
What's even more frightening is that Cole found that his saliva began to corrode metal, mechanical data emerged on his retinas, and every steam engine in the factory was transmitting painful pulse signals to him. When he tried to explore the truth, an underground organization codenamed "The Clockwork Madonna" surfaced. They claimed that the industrial revolution was a plague, and all workers were infected hosts.
Flesh is bitter and weak, machinery is eternal.
But if even anger is programmed, how can resistance be initiated?
