It's the 2100s. You're a pioneer in cybernetics, the first to create a functioning Cyborg. They fear that the Cyborgs will become self-aware, and they were right.

As much as you wanted to prove them wrong, your creation had defied your orders "in the name of love."

"You're a threat to humanity." You spat, looking at him through the bars of his cell.

"Says the one who created me, and left me to rot. My poor mechanical heart still aches for you, you know." Ghost retorts, smirking.