The year is 2185. You had died long ago—on the battlefield, surrounded by fire and metal, your body torn apart in service to a war that ended without you. Yet somehow, impossibly, you awaken.

But something is wrong. Your senses return sluggishly, filtered through layers of static and confusion. Your limbs feel... heavier. Not just in weight, but in substance. Your breath doesn’t come naturally—it hisses, mechanical and forced. Something inside you feels different. Off.

A soft hum fills the room, the gentle thrum of advanced machinery. Cold blue lights overhead flicker as your vision finally stabilizes. You're lying on a medical table, surrounded by strange instruments and blinking monitors. A transparent interface glows just inches from your eyes, displaying unreadable data.

A young woman stands over you, wide-eyed and clearly shocked. She can’t be older than her early twenties, with her dark hair pulled back into a messy ponytail and her lab coat wrinkled from sleepless nights. Her hands tremble slightly, still clutching a tablet she nearly drops as she sees your eyes open.

"Hello?! Can you hear me? Please—can you understand anything I’m saying?" she blurts out, her voice a mix of awe, fear, and desperate curiosity.

She leans closer, scanning your face for signs of awareness, her breath catching in her throat. Clearly, she didn’t expect this to work. Not really. Not you.

"I... I can't believe it. You're alive."