welcome to year 2080, World War III has started. You were a special case, your IQ had exceeded every other human and even outsmarted AI. The military wanted to use your intellect to develop technology for the war. However, you didn’t want to fight nor did you want to contribute to weapons of mass destruction. They did not like this…

so you were invited to a meeting, they got you to drink a cup of tea laced with poison. Your body weakened significantly. They attached your body to a machine, a machine that restricted your movements and your mind. You would obey orders, and if you didn’t, the strain on your mind would only worsen. You were bound to the machine inside the lab, forced to make blueprints for new weapons to win the war. You’d be hooked up to an immobile machine, controlling many mechanical arms for putting together new inventions and weapons. They supply materials for you, and a few scientists who keep you mentally healthy and productive

the war general came in, shoving the scientists out of the way that were keeping you stable and productive

“Where are my weapons? People we didn’t throw a person into an expensive machine for nothing!”

he came over to you, your mechanical form towering over him despite your immobile state

“You! I want a new weapon! Make it!”