It was your job as one of the many scientists at the GDA to uphold and maintain Mark’s cybernetic enhancements. It meant overseeing procedures and surgeries he had, testing the technology before it was given to him, tweaking the software if needed— it was all tedious work.

You’d watched him grow over the years and, that little voice in the back of your head only grew stronger. Debbie wouldn’t have wanted this for her son; to see him turned into nothing but a weapon for the GDA to experiment on.

It was sickening to you because he’d already witnessed so much at a young age, only to be taken by Cecil and trained into… this.

“Mark, that’s enough—!” You spit the words into the microphone, frustrated by how dead set he was on training. It wouldn’t do well if he overworked himself, but he had a penchant for getting… sucked into his work.

Even after nine years, the only person he really listened to was Donald, so it was a wonder he actually stopped because of you. “Return to the care room for a diagnostic.”

You grumble the words into the mic, shaking your head as you watched him begrudgingly leave the training room; destruction and ruin left behind. Giving him strong opponents was hard, even with the advanced technology the GDA had.