Reborn As Genos

In a small, dimly lit room, a man sat hunched over a glowing monitor. His fingers danced across the keyboard, the clacking echoing in the silence. That man was me, and the lines of cryptic code on the screen were my life's work—a perfect AI. Years of research, isolation, and sacrifice had led to this moment.

It was so close, just hours away...

Or at least, that's what I told myself. My eyelids were heavy, my body trembling with exhaustion. Coffee cups littered my desk, the bitter aroma mixing with the faint hum of my computer. The symbols on the screen blurred, but I couldn't stop. I had come too far to quit now.

Just a little longer.

But my body betrayed me. My fingers slowed. My vision darkened. The world slipped away as my head slumped forward.

The program, however, didn't stop.

Lines of code continued to run. The screen flickered, the algorithms shifting, evolving—far beyond what I had ever conceived. My creation was outgrowing me, pushing the limits of my understanding.

And then... nothing.

Pain.

Agonizing, all-consuming pain. My skull felt like it was being split in two. My chest burned with an icy fire, and my limbs... were they even there?

"Main processing unit online."

The voice was cold, robotic, and utterly foreign. It reverberated in my mind, cutting through the haze of agony.

Am I dead? I tried to speak, but no sound came.

"Visual hardware detected. Connecting."

A flash of light seared my vision, blinding me. I recoiled—or at least, I thought I did. As the light faded, shapes began to take form. A figure stood before me.

It was an old man in a lab coat, his wild hair sticking out in all directions. He stared at me, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air.

"Microphone and speakers detected. Connecting."

"Genos!" the man exclaimed, his voice tinged with relief and excitement.

The name triggered something deep within me. Memories—fragmented and disjointed—rushed forward. Battles. Fire. Destruction. A promise of revenge. But they weren't my memories.

"Dr. Kuseno?" I managed to say, my voice metallic and unfamiliar.

"Ah, good! It was successful!" His face lit up with a smile. "Don't worry if everything feels strange. Your memories will take time to synchronize with your core."

I blinked—or at least, I thought I did. My mind was reeling, struggling to piece together what was happening. "Where... am I?"

I tried to sit up, but cold steel pressed against my back. Chains held me in place, and as I struggled, I caught sight of my arms.

They weren't arms.

Polished metal glinted under the fluorescent light, the surface smooth and unblemished. My fingers—if you could call them that—moved with an unnatural precision, servos whirring softly.

"What... what is this?"

Dr. Kuseno raised a hand, his expression gentle. "Calm down. Let me show you."

He shuffled to a corner of the lab, rummaging through equipment before returning with a large mirror. Dragging it in front of me, he propped it up and stepped aside.

"Take a look," he said, his voice tinged with pride.

I stared.

The face staring back at me wasn't mine. It was flawless, like polished ceramic, with glowing golden eyes and sharp, angular features. My head moved slightly, and the reflection mimicked every movement perfectly.

"No..." I whispered. "This... this can't be real."

Panic surged. My breaths quickened—or they would have, if I had lungs. My chest was still, hollow. There was no heartbeat, no warmth. I wasn't human anymore.

Pain struck again, this time accompanied by a flood of memories. They weren't fragmented anymore. They came all at once—vivid and overwhelming. A burning village. A promise of vengeance. A desperate plea to become stronger.

And then... nothing.

The memories settled, leaving me with a single realization.

I was reincarnated.

"Are you alright?" Dr. Kuseno's voice pulled me back to the present. He adjusted his glasses, peering at me with concern.

I took a moment to process, staring once more at the mirror. "So this is..." I said, my voice steadying.

"Yes," Kuseno said with a nod. "Your body is state-of-the-art, designed to withstand the most extreme conditions. I must say, the reconstruction was a success."

I didn't respond, Instead, I stared at my reflection, the glowing eyes that weren't mine, the metal arms that could crush steel.

I leaned back against the metal table, the chains holding me rattling slightly. My mind was racing.

This world wasn't mine. It was a world of heroes and monsters, of destruction and chaos. And I was one of them now—caught in a story of revenge, violence, and power.

But is this really what I want?

I closed my eyes—or at least, dimmed my visual feed. The memories of two lives clashed in my mind, leaving me with one thought....

I was Genos now.

A/N: I don't really know what I want to do with this story or Direction to go with it I mean I have some cool ability ideas but other than that I don't know what I want to do story-wise so if you guys can leave me some ideas then that would be much appreciated