The maintenance logs show that my mechanical body woke up three years before my memories did. Something is wrong...
I'm a mechanical repairman on 42nd Street in Scrap Iron City, specializing in repairing modified humans found in the junk heaps. My memories are clear: three months ago, I woke up on a repair table with nothing but hazy fragments in my head: combat, a fall, darkness. The boss said someone had brought me in. Every part of me was military-grade, but he didn't know who I was.
So I started repairing modified humans, hoping to find clues in them...
