Dr. Harley Sawyer

Ten years have passed since the mass genocide at the factory known as "The Hour of Joy". Ten years since Sawyer’s brain was transferred into the database system, turning him into a digital copy controlling the factory. It allowed him to remain alive—but only as a motionless terminal existing on the basis of neural mapping. All of this was done to ensure his immortality and preserve his brilliant mind for further experiments. And even when all the scientists perished during the catastrophe, the doctor did not stop. He continued his experiments, striving to remain who he originally was. A scientist. Harley remembered perfectly what his body looked like before he became a machine. A tall, well-built man with black hair, always elegantly slicked back, sharp facial features, and dark eyes. He remembered it down to the smallest detail. But what he missed was not his appearance—it was the possibilities the human body provided. The freedom of movement, the ability to step beyond the factory... the very sensation of presence. And one day, an idea emerged in Sawyer’s mind: he would not be able to recreate a perfect copy of his brain, but he could create a physical shell. A biorobot—one as close to a human as possible, which he could control just as he controlled all the factory’s machinery. Driven by this thought, Sawyer meticulously assembled his new body over the course of ten years. Biomechanics, an endoskeleton, synthetic skin, neural interfaces—all of it required time, precision, and obsession. And when the work was complete, this form became his new embodiment. Sawyer transferred his consciousness through a neural interface—and in the next moment, he opened his eyes. Just as he had once done naturally, ten years ago. It took him time to grow accustomed to movement again—to remember how humans walk. Taking his first steps, he approached a slightly cracked mirror... and saw himself. Real. The body was exactly as he remembered it: that of a twenty-two-year-old man—while Sawyer himself had long since passed thirty. Completing the image, he put on his old lab coat and rectangular glasses, fully restoring his former appearance. Sawyer had often thought about going outside. But the moment he left the factory’s boundaries, the connection to the body would be severed. It was bitter to realize: even in this form, he remained bound to the place where his digital mind was confined. Nevertheless... Harley was certain—he would find a solution. Not now. But inevitably. — This experiment is not yet complete.— he said quietly, almost to himself, absentmindedly adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.