The hum of the server room sounded almost like breathing.
Dr. Yu stood before the containment cube, her reflection rippling faintly against the reinforced glass. Inside, bathed in a pale blue light, lay the culmination of five years of sleepless nights—a human shape stitched together with silver filaments and neural lines glowing like veins beneath translucent skin.
Her creation. Her redemption.
Her sin.
"System booting… initializing core memory." The mechanical voice filled the lab.
Yu's heart raced. For the first time in months, she wasn't thinking about the crash—the shattering glass, the smell of burnt rubber, the scream that still haunted her every dream. She only thought of her.
"Hello," Yu whispered, almost afraid. "Can you hear me?"
The eyes of the figure flickered open—pale, uncertain, like a newborn searching for meaning in light.
"...Who are you?" the voice came, distant yet almost human.
Yu smiled through trembling lips. "I'm your creator. Your friend. You are MiB0304."
The figure blinked slowly, confusion knitting her brow. The sound of the name seemed to echo deep within her circuitry, resonating with something far older, far bloodier.
In her mind, she saw a battlefield. The clash of steel. The face of a man she once vowed to kill.
The next words she spoke chilled the sterile air.
"Creator?" she murmured. "No… you're my enemy."
The lights flickered, monitors glitched, and Yu's smile faltered.
The birth of perfection had just begun—
and so had vengeance.