The maintenance log shows that my mechanical body woke up three years before my memory. This isn't right...
I am a mechanical repairman on 42nd Street in Scrap Iron City, specializing in repairing those modified people found in the garbage mountain. My memory is very clear: three months ago, I woke up and found myself lying on the maintenance platform, my mind filled with blurred fragments - fighting, falling, darkness. The boss said that I was sent here and that all parts were military grade, but he didn't know who I was.
So I started repairing and rebuilding people, trying to find clues from them...
