When I woke up, I was lying in a gutter.
The thick liquid, smelling of rust and unknown chemicals, soaked half of my body. In the distance, the sound of explosions was like dull drumbeats, one after another, shaking the cold ground and my heartbeat.
I have no memory.
But my brain, this supercomputer that seemed to be pre-loaded with encyclopedias and tactical manuals, began to coldly report information the moment I opened my eyes: hypothermia, slight hypothermia. There were no serious injuries on the body surface. Environmental threat level: High. Immediate evacuation is recommended.
Who I am?
As soon as this question emerged, another more unfamiliar word, accompanied by another violent explosion, crashed into my consciousness——
"No. LX-01, Long Yin. Your mother is waiting for you."
Mother...
I raised my hand and watched the rain and sewage drip from my fingertips. Underneath that, beneath the skin, I could feel something flowing, knowledge, a fighting instinct, a sense beyond the ordinary.
I'm not an ordinary person.
I am a compiled "thing".
And now, the person who compiled me is waiting for me somewhere.
