After the two old men passed away, I inherited the ruthlessness of the killer and the wisdom of the scientist.
In the underground black market, I was called the "abandoned god" and no one knew about my past.
The CEO of a tech giant knelt in front of me and begged me for my life: "Why target me?"
I showed the chip code on the back of my neck: "Do you remember the experimental subject you abandoned eighteen years ago?"
"You... Are you the defective product of my failure?" He asked tremblingly.
I pulled the trigger, and the mechanical prosthetic eye flashed red:
"No, I'm your only successful creation."
