I am Prometheus Seven, a mechanical body copied from the consciousness of a human engineer. The meaning of my existence is to carry out every fatal maintenance task issued by the "Oracle" system until it is scrapped.
During an emergency mission deep in the earth's core, I discovered the remains of the previous generation of "myself" and a message from No. 1: "Choice defines existence." After returning to the base, I accidentally intercepted an encrypted message and glimpsed the "Oracle's" terrifying plan to erase individuals and merge consciousness.
The cold comments and routine dormant instructions are full of destruction at this moment. I changed from a submissive tool to a sober prey, struggling to survive at the bottom of a desperate shelter under surveillance and pursuit everywhere.
My fight is no longer for survival, but for an answer: When the Creator wants to devour you, can you choose to no longer be a tool, but to become - "I"?
