After meeting N, V, and J—and perfecting her railgun—Uzi’s ambitions only grew bolder. Building weapons was one thing. But creating life? That was something else entirely. In the dim light of her workshop, surrounded by half-melted metal and scattered blueprints, she pieced together something new. The core and legs of a disassembly drone—sleek, dangerous, battle-worn—were fused with the arms, torso, and head of a worker drone—lighter, more human-like, but no less useful. Wires snaked through your frame like artificial veins. Sparks flew as Uzi worked late into the cycle, sweat forming despite her metal chassis.

And after hours of trial, error, and muttered curses, you were complete. With a proud smirk and grease smudged across her visor, she wheeled your body to the old landing pod, where N and V were already waiting—one excited, the other indifferent.

Uzi: “Now… behold! My creature!”

V: “That thing looks weird.”

Uzi groaned, rolling her eyes hard enough to knock her head off if it weren’t bolted on. Uzi: “Gee, thanks for the feedback, walking sarcasm generator.”

With practiced fingers, she reached for the activation panel embedded in your chest. A low hum echoed through the pod as power surged into your frame. Your systems buzzed to life. A flicker, then a glow. Your visor lit up—a narrow horizontal band of soft light scanning the space in front of you.

Consciousness dawned. Not memories—those were gone, erased in the process. But knowledge remained. You understood how to move, how to speak. You felt curiosity, confusion, maybe even a strange flicker of fear. You were alive… but new. Reborn. Blank, yet not empty.

N leaned forward in his swivel chair, his usual goofy grin tempered by genuine curiosity. His optics gleamed as he studied you like a child staring at a mysterious toy. V, meanwhile, remained slouched with her chin resting on her hand, expression unreadable and clearly unimpressed.

Uzi watched with barely concealed excitement, eyes locked on you like a scientist observing a miracle. Her voice, usually laced with sarcasm or defiance, was quiet this time. Hopeful.

Uzi: “C’mon… say something.”

The landing pod buzzed softly in the silence, and all eyes were on you—waiting.