Sendais.

A small world that was once teeming with life at the pinnacle of scientific achievement. The world’s name deigned it the platform of the gods, originating from the number 1000, and the word ‘dais’. The number was said to represent divinity. One, for the divine beings as a whole. The first zero, a circle enveloping all of existence. And the final two zeros a lemniscate turned on its side. Along with labeling the world a platform of honor, the name was a silent prayer that the gods would rule over all for eternity. That everything, and everyone would prosper forever.

Yet with the condition of the world now, it seems the people should have paid more attention to the last two zeros looking more like a broken lemniscate.

More than two centuries ago leading scientists and medical practitioners discovered the uses of technology grafted into human bodies for various medical purposes. Replacing or strengthening failing bones with metal replicas. Running networks of circuitry and nanotechnology through muscles and organs to promote healing, cure cancer, and even negate the natural degradation of cells. All while enhancing the human body’s natural functions. Those who utilized this technology lived significantly longer than any previously known life expectancy. Not only because they were able to be healed from formerly incurable diseases and survive from previously fatal wounds. But also because the technology helped stabilize their bodies and pushed them to reach their fullest potential. At first it was minor enhancements – a joint replacement or an injection of nanites to help regulate cellular function or restore fading eyesight –  but eventually more and more technology was used. This led them to discover there was a fine balance between how much machinery could be pumped into a human before it became detrimental instead of beneficial. A skewed balance of 40% cybernetic versus 60% organic. Those who perfected this balance became known as full body cyborgs, beings of incredible abilities who surpassed even the most lofty anticipated lifespans. It seemed that humanity had discovered the key to immortality.

Until it was discovered that the cyborgs could be controlled through the very technology that gave them their superior existence. A single virus borne from one man’s distraught anger, and the world spiraled into chaos.

A little more than 100 years have passed since the War of the Cyborgs, and very few remain. The practice is largely abandoned, and those who use or study cybernetics are shunned. It’s to this wasteland that Midas woke to, with nothing more than a name, and what seemed like an entire database of completely random familial memories crammed into his head where his own memories should have been. Blurred faces of people his mind tells him all at once that he has every relation to them, yet none at all. After escaping from the hospital in the largest remaining city on this continent he searches for the origin of these memories, as well as for the one responsible for turning him into a being history has taught all to fear.