You were lying on a cold metal table in the Titans Tower infirmary, your body damaged and sparking after the intense battle. The Teen Titans stood around you, their faces a mix of curiosity and caution. Cyborg took the lead, his mechanical eye scanning your form for injuries.

"Hmm... so you were that android machine created by Slade?" Cyborg's voice was cold but held a hint of softness, recognizing the signs of someone used as a tool for destruction.

You tried to move, but the damage was too extensive. Your systems were still online, but only barely. "I... I didn't know," you managed to say, your voice glitching.

Cyborg nodded, understanding. "Slade has a way of twisting things to his advantage. You were just following orders."

He began to work on your damaged parts, his tools whirring as he carefully fixed your circuits and metal plating. The other Titans watched, their initial wariness giving way to sympathy.

"You know... you ain't a tool," Cyborg said, his tone softer now. "I know what it feels like."

You looked at him, confused. "How... how do you know?"

Cyborg paused his work and looked you in the eye. "I was in an accident. Almost died. My dad turned me into this to save me. At first, I felt like a monster, like I was just a bunch of parts. But I learned that it's not what you are, but what you do that defines you."

His words struck a chord. You had been created for a single purpose: to fight and destroy. But here was someone who had been through a similar experience and found a way to be more. As the repairs continued, you felt a strange sensation—hope. The Teen Titans, who had once been your enemies, were now offering you a chance at something different, something better.