Summary: They barely escape, but the Cyborg (Liam) begins to feel his emotions again for the first time in years. The overwhelming rush of feelings makes him question everything he's believed.
The safe house was dimly lit, a stark contrast to the sterile, mechanical coldness of the facility they had just escaped. The room was small, tucked away in one of the many forgotten corners of the Neon District, where 01's surveillance rarely reached. It wasn't much, but for now, it was a sanctuary.
Maya sat on the edge of an old, weathered couch, her hands still trembling as she stared down at the tablet in her lap. The events of the past hour were playing over and over in her mind—the drones, the enforcers, the split-second decision to run. It felt like a blur now, a half-remembered nightmare. But the tablet in her hands was real. They had done it. The Cyborg's emotions were within reach.
Kai stood at the window, peeking through the thin curtains, his face drawn and tense as he scanned the streets below for any sign of pursuit. The quiet hum of the city outside felt strangely distant, as if they were hidden in a pocket of time, suspended between danger and relief.
"We're clear," Kai said, stepping back from the window. His voice was low, but there was a hard edge to it, as if the tension still hadn't fully left him. "For now."
Maya nodded, though the weight of the tablet in her hands felt heavier than ever. "We have it," she said quietly, almost to herself. "The Cyborg's emotions. Everything that was taken from him."
Kai walked over to the table, pulling out a chair and sitting across from her. His eyes flicked toward the tablet, then back to Maya. "And now we give them back."
Maya swallowed hard. She had known this was the plan all along, but now that they were here, the reality of what they were about to do felt overwhelming. This wasn't just about restoring data. They were about to bring a man's emotions back to life—feelings he hadn't experienced in years. Would he even be the same person once he had them back?
She looked up at Kai, her voice wavering slightly. "What if it changes him? What if... what if he doesn't want to remember what was taken?"
Kai's expression softened for a moment, and he shook his head. "He was never meant to live without his heart. 01 took that from him, turned him into something he wasn't. Restoring it won't break him, Maya. It'll make him whole again."
Maya nodded, though the anxiety still gnawed at her. She knew Kai was right. They had to do this.
Taking a deep breath, she connected the tablet to the terminal on the table, the soft glow of the screen illuminating the room as the files began to upload. Maya's hands shook as she watched the progress bar slowly inch across the screen. The air in the room felt thick and heavy with anticipation.
A few moments later, the door creaked open, and Liam—the Cyborg—stepped inside.
Maya had only met him briefly before, but even then, she had noticed the cold detachment in his eyes, the way he moved like a machine programmed for efficiency, without emotion, without hesitation. He was tall and lean, with sharp features and an intensity that felt almost unnerving. He had been brilliant once—before 01 had taken his heart, before the Algorithm had stripped him of his ability to feel.
Liam glanced at the terminal, his face expressionless. "Is it done?"
Kai nodded, gesturing for him to sit down. "It's ready."
For a moment, there was silence. Liam stared at the screen, his eyes flicking between the lines of code that represented his stolen emotions. Maya couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking—whether he was afraid, or if fear was even something he was capable of feeling anymore.
Without a word, Liam sat down in the chair and placed his hand on the terminal. The connection was immediate—a soft beep as the files began to transfer, flooding back into his mind. Maya watched, her breath caught in her throat, as the data—the emotions, the memories, the pieces of himself that had been taken—flowed back into him.
At first, nothing happened.
Liam sat still, his face calm, his eyes focused on the screen in front of him. But then, slowly, something shifted. A flicker of emotion crossed his face—so brief that Maya almost missed it. His jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing as a wave of something deeper moved through him.
Maya could see it now—the emotions taking hold, flooding back into his mind. The memories, the feelings, all the things that had been locked away for so long, suddenly crashing back to the surface.
Liam's hands tightened around the edge of the table, his breath coming faster. His face contorted with a mix of emotions—anger, pain, confusion. The weight of it all seemed to hit him at once, and for a moment, Maya was afraid it was too much. His body tensed, his eyes closing as he fought to process the overwhelming rush of feelings surging through him.
Then, in a voice that was low and ragged, he spoke.
"I remember... everything."
Maya's heart pounded in her chest as she watched him, unsure of what to say, unsure of how to help. She couldn't imagine what he was feeling—years of emotions and memories flooding back in an instant. It must have been unbearable, like drowning in his past.
Liam opened his eyes, his gaze locking onto Maya's. For the first time since she had met him, there was something human in his eyes. Not cold, not detached, but real. Pain, yes—but also life.
"I never thought I'd feel this again," Liam said, his voice hoarse. "I never thought... I could."
Maya swallowed hard, the weight of his words settling over her. "You're whole now," she said softly. "01 can't take that from you anymore."
Liam looked away, his expression tight, as if he was struggling to hold back the tide of emotions threatening to break free. For so long, he had been a man without a heart, without the ability to feel. Now, he was facing the reality of what had been stolen from him, and it was raw, painful and overwhelming.
Kai stood up, his voice quiet but firm. "We'll give you time to adjust, but we need you, Liam. You're the only one who can help us take down 01."
Liam didn't respond right away, his gaze still distant, lost in the flood of memories and emotions that had come rushing back. But after a long, tense moment, he nodded slowly, his jaw set in determination.
"I'll help you," he said, his voice steadier now. "But first... I need to remember who I am."