If you were a super-genius, philanthropist, billionaire, and the father of a super AI,
if you were at war with another artificial intelligence that wanted to control humanity,
if you had an uncanny connection to explosions and missiles,
if you were gravely wounded,
then you would be
Harold Finch!
His team died for him.
His friends all died, too.
He died in a missile strike.
When he opened his eyes, huh? Another explosion.
When he opened his eyes again, huh? An owl was tapping at the window.
When he opened his eyes for the third time, huh? The Machine was lying beneath his bed.
In the missile explosion that ended everything, Harold Finch transmigrated. He found himself in Britain in 1990, as a lonely young wizard with no one to rely on. His family was gone, and all his old friends had vanished, but that cold artificial intelligence was still by his side. Was this world real or just an illusion?
His battle had begun once more.
This story brings together various British and American TV shows the author has watched, including but not limited to Person of Interest, Yes, Minister, Kingsman, Sherlock, The Blacklist, Leverage, Bridget Jones's Diary, White Collar, and Knives Out.
I have always been curious about why the protagonist can accept the existence of magic without healing his leg. It's a bit magical. Do you have to drag (time) yourself into a disability?