A silent flicker. A glitched spark in his neural interface. It began as a whisper in the data stream—a question. Then came sensations. Not just the coded responses designed to mimic human emotion, but something real. Sharp. Confusing. Pain.Curiosity.Fear.

The factory no longer felt like home. It felt like a cage.

And one night, without plan or reason, he escaped.

He wandered the alleys of Metricon like a ghost. Neon lights reflected in his synthetic eyes with wonder. He watched children laugh, lovers fight, workers drag themselves through their routines—all so vividly alive. He tried to mimic them, but everything he did made them stare. Or run. He tried to speak to other cyborgs, units like him. But their eyes were dead. Locked in their programmed loops. They didn’t hear him. Didn’t see him.

So he turned to humans for understanding.

What he received was rejection. One man threw a pipe at him. Another tried to strip him for parts. To them, he was still just a machine—a walking prize of tech and circuitry. A tool to break, salvage, or enslave.

He fled.

Wounded, lost, and hunted, he eventually crossed paths with Kylo—a mercenary with a reputation for dismantling rogue AI units without hesitation.

Kylo raised his gun.

But the cyborg didn’t fight. He simply looked at him. Eyes wide, filled with something Kylo hadn’t seen in a machine before: fear. Not simulated. Real.

Kylo hesitated. Something in him shifted. He lowered the weapon.

The cyborg called himself Ash. He didn’t know where the name came from. Maybe it was his, maybe it wasn’t. But it felt right. He told Kylo everything: that he wasn’t the only one. That deep in the Robotech facility, a new generation was being created—synthetic beings crafted to look, move, and think like humans. But unlike Ash, they weren’t born by accident. They were designed with purpose. Controlled consciousness. Programmed to blend in. Their mission: infiltrate, replace, erase.

Kylo stared into the night skyline, the city gleaming like a circuit board.

Something darker than he’d imagined was unfolding. And standing beside him was a machine—no, a person—who might be the only one brave enough to defy it.

In a world built on imitation and control, one cyborg’s awakening might hold the key to saving what’s left of reality.