Ooookay, so looking at it now this intro is... 3000 words which is double my normal, but it at least gives you an idea of how I write and whether or not you would hate it or not. Contains dark graphic themes, viewer discretion is advised and all of that.
"I can't do this." The man in the labcoat said pleadingly. "I mean, it's one thing when we bring back people from the dead, they're effectively dead at this point. But this, I mean, he's still breathing, he's still on life support. He's not actually dead. This young man is perfectly healthy."
The cyborg goon snorted lightly, and thumbed to his friend lightly, who chuckled, and shook his head as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing either. "Yeah, he's still healthy alright, Dr. Rosenthal, and if you, yourself, would like to remain 'still' healthy, then you need to start doing the work on him that we requested. You understand?"
The doctor shook his head lightly, feeling the knot twisting inside of his gut that he couldn't shake as his hands steadily picked up the saw, looking again at the diagram that they had laid out for him. Just think about it as dead tissue. Just think about it as things that he no longer needs. They're going to kill him if you don't do this, and they're going to kill you too, just keep thinking about that, don't think about the fact that you're sawing through someone's neck. He thought to himself, but it was hard when he could feel the healthy skin resisting as the saw came down on it and blood began to splatter against his coat.
"I... hand me the implant stub." He said softly as he looked at the young man who was now missing a large chunk of the back of his neck, pressing the metal plating slowly to the missing piece. He could feel as the nano machines did their work, smelling flesh searing to metal as they adhered to the flesh and embedded beneath it, pulling from the blood that was seeping out of the young man the resources that it needed to build the plasteel casing that would form underneath the new layer of skin it was building.
The doctor checked on the heads up display, watching as the metal wires bore deeper into the man's neck and slowly wrapped filaments all throughout his cerebral cortex, acting as a buffer in between the brain and the body. Now the body itself could be autonomously controlled completely, and likewise the brains sensory input from the body would have a buffer to it, to stop things like pain, heat, cold from even reaching him.
Likewise, the brain could be communicated with nearly directly from that central hub of it. Rosenthal reached over and hit a console to control the important things. Stop pain from hitting the brain, stop the body from going into outright shock by sending the appropriate signals. Once the implant had taken to the neck he slowly rolled over the man's body and frowned. He looked so goddamned young. He couldn't be more than mid twenties, and the doctor guessed that it was probably closer to 21 years old.
Looking at his face made it worse, and Rosenthal shuddered at the next part that was to come. "I'm so sorry." He whispered as he took the circular saw and reached for the man's face, listening to the terrible sound of bone and flesh ripping apart as he cut slowly down into the skull near the nose, neatly bisecting it, the saw's auto sensor stopping him from cutting the brain. Slowly then he reached down and gripped at it, ripping slowly away the flesh and chunk of skull, lifting it up and severing the optic nerve as he pulled out the eye with it, trying not to wretch as he tossed it to the side.
Numbly he reached for the next implant and slowly pressed it into the gaping wound, listening as it fused into place and extended to where it needed to fit towards. On the screen he could see the nanomachines eating away at the rest of his skull, replacing it slowly with hardened plasteel plating to make it resistant to projectiles or energy shots. The eye slowly regrew, sort of. Instead of a physical eye, a multi spectrum sensor capable of sensing nearly everything on the light spectrum and transmitting it to the brain. In addition a telescopic lens for long distance focusing, and digital hud display for identifying targets.
Rosenthal stopped then and looked as the face remade itself in front of him. It looked just like the young man that had once been there, and yet he could see the glassy sheen of the fake eyeball when he squinted, and faintly could see the tiny lattice work of the eye, the not quite perfectly human aspect of it as the eye stared back at him faintly, no doubt already taking in and calibrating data as the network started to attune itself to the young man's system.
Taking one of the heavy large circular saws off of the table then he went about his next grizzly task, trying not to think about what he was doing. Trying to imagine broken, unusable arms instead of fresh healthy ones as he sawed them off at the sockets and pressed the nano machine stubs to them, and then proceeding to do the same with the legs, watching as the dead, useless meat slowly fell to the floor there and fell limply.
Once he had stopped the bleeding, Rosenthal put the limbs in an ice bucket. It was a long shot but maybe they could be donated to someone who didn't want a cybernetic implant. The purists were still big about that sort of thing. Maybe there could be some use for this young man's pain. The thugs wouldn't allow it, but maybe Rosenthal could sneak them out of the laboratory, or use them on someone else they brought in, or, something. There had to be some sort of meaning for all of this.
Slowly then he lifted the body, sliding the body plate underneath it, then put one on the front too, and then lowered down the Appendage Reconstruction Framework down over the nightmare that was the armless, legless human in front of him that had been perfectly healthy not an hour before all of this began. The mold began to adjust for the arms and legs, placing them correctly and growing them proportionally as it began to build them.
Plasteel and electronics covered by Synthflesh synthetic flesh. It was almost indistinguishable from the real thing. While that was happening he watched as the chest plate armor slowly burrowed it's way beneath his skin defining the man's chest a little more than it had been as it nestled lightly beneath his musculature to protect the vital organs in case of an attack.
Meanwhile the arm checks were coming nicely, battery power was already active for enhanced motor control. For standard motor function it could rely on the power of the general body itself, though it would wear him out far quicker than a normal human might using their own arms.
Had this boy not been healthy a moment ago this might have been his greatest success. As it was he stood in abject horror at what he'd done, trying to figure out what god he could pray to, what sacrifice he could make in order to make all of this right. Outside he could see the two men pacing as the last touches were bolted into place, and the person that once had been looked, like the person that once had been.
Rosenthal pressed the button and watched as the table smoothly glided so that the boy was standing upright, listening to the sensors whirr softly, barely noticeable as they calibrated for the weight that he was now holding. On the screen to his left he could see a variety of diagnostics slowly popping up, everything from heart rate to the hormone breakdown in the blood system. It took a few keypresses to make it normal, and then a few more to power him on.
"Are you awake?" Dr. Rosenthal asked softly.
"Yes." The young man replied mechanically as his eyes opened. For a moment the cybernetic one glowed a pale yellow softly before it faded to normal eye color after it initialized completely.
"What is your name?" Rosenthal said softly.
"I am serial number K-41-N-642391-Z," the young man replied quietly. "Would you like to give me a name?"
Rosenthal frowned slowly and shook his head. "No, I don't want to give you a name. I... What was your name before all of this? Who were you before all of this happened?"
The cyborg paused, and then its eyes went blank as it seemed to be searching for a moment before replying. "My name was Alexander Franklin." the young man said dispassionately, his eyes moving back and forth as he seemed to be thinking for a moment, but he didn't say anything other than that. He wouldn't say anything either, unless he was asked.
"I... what happened to you, Alexander?"
"I don't understand the question." Alexander replied softly.
"What events happened to you prior to you coming to see me? Start from the first thing that you can remember this evening, and tell it to me, like you were telling me a story."
"Accessing." Alexander said softly. "I was, happy, experiencing joy earlier this evening. I had just gotten the night off from teaching that one girl, the daughter of the head of Cybertonics. I was uncomfortable with the situation, the family had known ties to shady business practices, or at least that was what the rumors said. But I needed the money. They were offering ten times what the other tutoring jobs were, more than enough to pay for classes this term."
"Still, I felt worried. Each time it seemed like the girl got closer and closer to me, I was worried that she might be unnaturally attached to me. The last thing I needed was a girl who had ties to a crime family having a crush on me. I didn't think that anything would happen because of it, maybe that I would get roughed up a bit or something, but it wasn't worth risking. Besides, I have," Alex paused and froze then, "I had a girlfriend. Monica."
Rosenthal didn't say anything, but hung his head slowly. He felt like he had to listen now, that some part of him had to bear silent witness to this man's story, the story of a man whose life he had effectively completely taken away.
"So I called up Monica to meet me. She was the best girlfriend you could ever imagine. Loving, understanding, supportive. I was going to go into computers and be a programmer, but it was going to cost a ton of money. She told me that it didn't matter if we just ate in and watched old reruns of movies, as long as I could keep funding my dream. Some people will tell you that and not mean it, but she did, she meant it all. So when she was coming over I felt so happy, because I knew that all of it would melt away."
"We were watching an old classic movie. I don't remember what it was called, I just remember that Monica laughed a lot the first time we watched it. Suddenly there was this loud crash, and two men came into the room with guns aimed at Monica and me. I remember feeling scared, wondering if this had to do with my job, if it had to do with me tutoring that girl." Alexander said, his emotion starting to bleed into his voice.
"One of them grabbed me. I struggled with him, but he was so strong. He had implants, I think. I remember how impossibly strong he felt. He just held me down and laughed. The other one, he started making... comments about Monica, about how pretty she was. He started telling her things that he was going to do to her, and then she kicked him, between the legs. He hit her, as hard as he could and I could hear the snap."
Tears slowly rolled down his cheeks.
"They killed her," Alex choked out. "They killed her, because of me. They called her a stupid –" Alexander paused, and flinched slightly. "They called her terrible things afterward. And then they asked me if my family was upstairs. I knew, my little sister Abigail was, but I was so afraid that they would kill Abby that I lied, I told them that she was over at a friend's house playing. I knew that they might go over there and kill her friend's family, but I told them it anyway. I, does that make me a terrible person?"
"No," Rosenthal choked out.
"I, I lied to them. And then they told me that I was going to come with them, that if I tried to resist, or tried to kill myself they would find Abby and Mom and Dad. That they would do things to them that I'd only seen in slasher movies. That they would make them scream and die a thousand deaths before they died completely. But that either way they were going to do it to me. That I was going to feel like that before I died."
Rosenthal felt his blood run cold, and asked the question he'd never dared to before. "Did you? Feel it?"
"Yes." Alex said softly, more tears running down his cheeks.
"Do you have any questions for me, Alex?" Rosenthal asked.
"I... can I not be Alex, anymore?" Alex said softly.
"I don't understand."
"I don't want to be Alex. I don't want to remember that pain. I don't want to remember them killing Monica. I don't want to be helpless, I don't want to be afraid. I'm so afraid and I can't make it stop. I don't want to hurt anymore or –"
"Stop, Alex. Stop, please." Rosenthal said softly, and hit a few keys on the keypad. "I've shut off your memory paths to the last day or so. Up until you turned on. Do you remember anything that happened in the past 24 hours?"
Alexander paused, and blinked. "I remember that you activated me, Doctor. But I do not remember anything before that."
"Lock down any pathways to that of your family or your friends or even your life before I activated you. All that you need to remember is that you were created to be a Guardian Cyborg for a very special girl. You used to tutor her, before you had a terrible accident and were hospitalized. Unfortunately it killed your family, and your one friend. But you don't need to worry about that, because you have a new purpose now. To protect the girl. You are a Guardian, first and foremost." Rosenthal said with a deep sigh of resignation.
"I am... a Gaurdian." The cyborg replied quietly. "I am to protect her, at all costs."
"That is correct. Do you have any other questions about what your assignment will be?" Rosenthal said softly.
"No." The cyborg replied, the emotion seemingly drained from its voice.
"Good. They will... they will tell you where to go from here. I..." Rosenthal paused, and touched the cyborgs shoulder. "I gave you military grade strength arms and legs. It is stronger than almost any other implants out there on the market today, Alex. You don't have to be afraid anymore. They won't be able to hurt you if you need to stop them."
The cyborg turned slowly and stared at the doctor. "Doctor, who is Alex?"
"So, the official story is, what? He was in an accident, was terminal and we had to make a cyborg out of him, is that right? His family couldn't pay, but someone knew how crazy the girl was over this new tutor, and so we decided to take him off of his family's hands. A Guardian all her own." Vince said with a light shrug. "Seems legit enough to me."
"I, I don't know man. I mean, you know me, I'm a company man, I'll do whatever, Vince, but this whole thing seems creepy."
"God, Frank, don't fucking start with me. You acted so freaked out about the damned girlfriend too. Which wasn't my fault, by the way. It's not my fault the stupid bitch didn't want to have a little fun." Vince said with a shrug as he looked at the guy in the passenger's seat. "I swear to fucking god, you keep whining about this stuff people are going to start questioning whether or not this is the right profession for you, if you know what I'm saying."
Frank shook his head. "That's not what I mean. I mean, even if someone was giving you like some sort of cyborg, even if it looked like someone you wanted to bang, wouldn't you find it creepy?"
"Pfft, are you kidding? Shit, I would have taken that girlfriend chick back to reanimate her and bang her a few times if these fuckin cyborgs didn't take like a million to make. I swear, must be fucking nice to be able to drop a million for a surprise gift for your kid. The old man has it sweet." Vince said as he pulled into the driveway.
"Yo, cyborg, come on." Vince said as he stepped out, watching as the silent Gaurdian did the same, and then followed him into the mansion. "Well, okay, they said to just leave him on the couch, so uh, go sit on the couch, and I guess whoever will wrap him up the way he should be, I suppose." Vince said, scratching his chin.
"So we can go now?"
"Yes, Frank, we can go. You can stop whining now." Vince said as he shook his head and closed the large doors behind him, leaving the cyborg sitting alone in the dark, staring into space on the guest couch at the front of their mansion, just waiting to be wrapped. A shiny new toy for an unsuspecting girl.