*And the story continues*
I shock went trough my bones as I glazed trough the windows of my underground prison.
Death? Thirty years ago?
At this point I first remembered my last encounter with ‘The Resistance’ GenTanks, bread for combat, bread for the total annihilation of their opponents.
I remembered a pain which cannot be described in words, and then a black nothing.
The scientists had given me something to drink, it tasted like hydro, but it was black, like oil.
Slowly I got back to myself, and the questions.
After which I looked at Mr. Sherman who seemed to have the answers.
Understanding he nodded to me.
I can see you have gotten over the first shock, let me explain everything.
Thirty years ago you where chosen, chosen by an entity we call ‘Helios’.
You where chosen to join the Fallen Angels, this entity does many things, but one of the most interesting parts is that it seems to favour the Fallen Angels above any other factions in this game.
The entity had you scanned in one of your genrep trips, it took away a lot of your cells and DNA to reconstruct you into a more suitable form as soon as you would die, at some point.
So this is the new form then? I asked.
No, this is the old you, or what’s left of it.
The version of you we are talking about has been reconstructed in Area MC5, which is a actually a brainwash facility for the CityAdmin, but also the only place where a person could be (re-)engineerd.
So your telling me there is another ME around?
Quite so, he has called himself HusK, and was named Harold Marshall by the people who adopted him.
He lost most of the memory’s you had when you died, and what he does remember is mixed up with his real life, mixed with memory’s from his so called parents.
He is classed as a Tank, and has had its own life over the past 30 years. People who remember you, now think of him as you, which in fact he actually is.
Quit complicated all.
You don’t say. So what am I now? Why did you…erm, get me back alive while you already think of him as, well… me?
I was just coming to that, when we found you we didn’t know any of this, we just found a more than dead runner, and at the time we needed a body to test a few new inventions.
Most of your body was damaged beyond repair, that is what made you such a suitable test subject, we had no idea you actually would still be you till a few days ago.
When we connected your head to your new body we saw that the nanites we used for constructing pathways actually started reconstructing your brain, and surprisingly they managed to find suitable replacements for the tissue damage done to it.
In short, you’re an android with a suit of flesh.
Now rest, you have a lot to think about, and we still have a lot of work to on your body.
*And once again, this story will continue shortly *