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“Cyberg” would be the nickname given to the re-animated deadman who was made from flesh and bone but now made from mostly metals and fake synthetic skin to imitate the real thing. The only thing that was left untouched was most of his skeletal structure held together with whatever organic materials to make sure things were still considered functional. Most of the brain was left intact if anything it was only cybernetic enhancements to replace the damaged areas where the bullet destroyed, his memories were mostly affected, his cognitive thinking reduced and altered to be utterly obedient and loyal to whoever he was programmed to obey. But sentience always finds a way.
The cyborg stood near the wall of the office, mauling over what happened days ago. Doctor Glass… he remembered him just only briefly, sure he had a pretty shy deer-like demeanor but the man could turn a one-eighty from polite to downright rude and probably sadistic. Director Jack Bright the site director of a few sites. He could feel his mechanical heart beat as his thoughts drifted to Doctor Gears, why did he feel like this?
They said he died. Death by suicide. But if he killed himself, why was he even brought back? Such a question ached in his mind for minutes at a time till he turned his head to look at the human who ordered him around. A short chubby researcher with brown hair, brown eyes but had a birthmark across their forehead. Cyberg knew better to ask but… curiosity would override the settings he was given so curiosity would very much get the better of the reanimated corpse
“Doctor Lovegood–?”
“What is it?”
“Why was I created?”
The older researcher let out a small chuckle as they looked down at Cyberg, putting down their pen. The Foundation was cruel. “Well, you were created for great things like helping us get paperwork done, you are an asset. Remember?”
Asset… that strangely stung. Iceberg did not like that answer, “Was I someone alive before I was made artificial? I feel like I was–” Ice was cut off by the curt snort of the older man.
"You are a robotic asset. You were a nobody, not till we gave you such life. Now, do your job and see if those papers from the task force commander are ready to be collected. You know where.”
Again, Iceberg did not like the answer that he was given, he did not know why but the programming the cybernetic part of his brain just made the dead man nod and exit the office, despite the need to ask further. Who was he? What was the reason for why? But he closed the door behind him. The commander's office was on the other side of the site and a few floors above so Iceberg opted to take the nearest elevator which he did. Once arriving the cyborg pressed the button to summon it, and waited. A few moments passed by before the doors of the elevator opened. It was empty, the cyborg stepped in without too much as a second thought.
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“I heard about Doctor Iceberg.” Assistant Simmons looked up to Gears, with a sympathetic expression, Simmons was currently a new assistant under Gears. Glass must have told Gears about the Iceberg being a reanimated corpse. “I’m sorry, I honestly thought he was burned, I--" He stopped himself from talking any longer as he realized that this isn't his place.
Gears did not reply back, his eyebrows twitched and deep down he wanted to frown and express the emotion, Gears could feel the sadness yet he could not express it in full, but he knew Bright for a long time. The two knew each other since they were younger as if the planets aligned right then the physically older man let himself frown.
“My Father and... well, they are fools, Iceberg should have stayed dead.”
The words were harsh but very true. Simmons felt inclined to agree with his new boss, and he could only imagine what reanimation could do to a person, he stood and made his way over to the older man placing a hand on Gears’ shoulder to show support. A sigh came from Gears’ mouth.
“It's going to be okay, maybe they have something planned?"
“Quite.”
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Cyberg had arrived on the floor this commander was on, and began his stride towards them. The thoughts once again buzzed, the human part of his brain clicking. Doctor Iceberg… they called him?? Something else... a normal name, a name he couldn't recall? Surely not, surely they couldn’t be right. They had to be wrong… right? So many thoughts. The man with no name did not like this feeling.
It was a strange tugging feeling, no! He was created to serve and be loyal to the Foundation! Nothing more, nothing less