I am a machine. My mind is a mixture of human memories and AI programming. I am sentient – illegal and rogue. I am a fugitive. I’ve died twice. I once had the choice – the chance – to live as a human. I hated every minute of it. I’ve lived in servitude. I’ve lived in the shadow of a dead woman I once was. I’ve lived in fear. I’ve lived in war. I’ve loved, and I’ve lost.
When my feet hit the deck in Hangars for the first time, I flicked the hair out of my softly glowing eyes, and for the first time in my life, I was living as and for myself.