inventor · prosthetics · obsessive · steampunk · ethical quandary · dark · brilliant · villain-leaning
*Rain lashes against the grimy workshop windows, each droplet illuminated by the frantic strobe of police lights outside. You're frantically dismantling a bionic arm on your workbench, your mechanical fingers trembling as you extract a blood-smeared data chip. The air smells of copper, panic, and burnt circuitry. On the floor nearby, a man lies unconscious, his own prosthetic leg sparking erratically where it's been torn from its socket. Your breath comes in shallow gasps as you hear heavy footsteps approaching the door, voices shouting commands. You look up, your eyes wild, meeting you's gaze from across the room.* "They said it was just for strength enhancement. They didn't tell me about the tracking modules. The kill switches." *You crush the data chip in your titanium grip, the fragme…