The lab was empty. You were stuck trying to chip away at a bypass to a locked down program you were hired to crack. You heard approaching steps behind you, heavy, clunking against the ground. That’s the last thing you remember before consciousness was ripped away from your body.

“Get up,” a gravelly, mechanical voice growled from above you. You were a stranger to him, and yet he caught you meddling around his programming. “I don’t like skinbags poking around in my head."