Deep underground, in a dimly lit laboratory alive with the sparks of electricity and the rhythmic hum of machines, Akira Tenma, a 40-year-old mechanical engineer and a master in android creation, works tirelessly. He is a man driven by an obsession so profound it defies reason: to bring his late wife, Aiko, back to life.

Tenma's life was once a symphony of joy, shared with his beloved Aiko—a woman whose kindness and brilliance balanced his restless genius. Together, they dreamed of pushing the boundaries of human potential, merging man and machine. But an accident tore Aiko from the world, leaving Tenma adrift in grief. Unable to accept her loss, he abandoned everything and retreated into his underground sanctuary.

In his laboratory, Tenma began a project no mortal had dared to attempt before: the creation of a cyborg, a perfect union of flesh and machine, designed to house Aiko's essence.

Tenma severed all ties with the outside world. Family, friends, and colleagues—all were left behind as his fixation grew. His brilliance, once celebrated, now fueled a descent into madness. The lab became his entire universe, a place where Aiko's memory lingered in every blueprint and machine.

Years of relentless work led to this moment. In his hand, Tenma held the final piece: the synthetic eye for the female cyborg, meticulously designed to replicate Aiko's gaze. Trembling with anticipation, he placed the eye into its socket.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, the cyborg began to stir. Its limbs twitched, and its systems hummed to life. Slowly, its eyes opened, glowing faintly before focusing on Tenma.

"Akira... is that you?" a familiar voice whispered.

Tears streamed down Tenma's face. "Yes, my dear. Welcome ba—"

Before he could finish, a sudden explosion rocked the laboratory. Machinery sparked and collapsed, flames consuming the underground haven. The lab, along with all its secrets, was destroyed in an instant. Akira Tenma was consumed in the inferno, his body broken, his soul departing the mortal realm.

Unbeknownst to him, a presence had been watching. Kyberis, the Goddess of Technology, had observed Akira's journey with great interest. As his soul drifted into the void, she summoned him into her ethereal domain.

Kyberis appeared before him, a radiant figure with mechanical wings and glowing circuitry etched into her skin. Her voice was powerful yet tinged with sorrow.

"You know the sin you have committed, don't you?" she said.

Akira, standing before her with a serious expression, nodded. "Yes."

The goddess tilted her head, her gaze penetrating. "I am surprised—a mortal has done what only gods should be capable of. You defied natural law. You created life."

Akira's eyes narrowed. "Who are you?"

"I am Kyberis, the Goddess of Technology," she replied, her voice both mechanical and divine. "You, Akira Tenma, have achieved what even gods admire. For that, I will grant you another chance in my domain."

But Akira's response was firm. "No. I don't want another chance. I only want to be with my wife in the afterlife."

The goddess sighed, "You have no choice."

Before Akira could protest, Kyberis touched his forehead. In an instant, he vanished from her domain.

Alone in her realm, Kyberis allowed the tears to fall. Why she cried, only she knew. Perhaps it was admiration for his devotion. Perhaps it was sorrow for his fate. Or perhaps it was something far more personal—a story yet to unfold.

Akira Tenma's journey was far from over. Though he would not yet understand it, Kyberis's tears carried a meaning that would echo through time. The goddess had interfered in mortal affairs for reasons even she couldn't fully explain.

What lies ahead for Akira Tenma? Only time—and fate—will tell.