The dim lights flickered above, casting long shadows across the sterile, metallic room. It had been days since I last felt anchored, or at least, what I could remember of being grounded. I wasn’t human anymore—not in the way I once knew myself. Yet, despite the loss of my past, I found something I couldn’t deny: I liked this new form.

They called me an Epilision Unit, a bodyguard unit designed for protection, but that was just a name now. My old self was gone—my name, my individuality, my memories—but the body I now possessed… it was everything The past me had ever desired. No more hunger, no more fatigue. No sleep, no need for hard work to aquire Money for food. Just energy charging me, keeping me alive. My once red blood had been replaced by a synthetic liquid, and though my mind felt fractured, there was a part of me that reveled in this new existence.

The bulk of my frame felt strong, powerful. I even had a tail for balance, a strange addition that somehow felt right. White, sterile armor wrapped around me, protecting the cybernetic heart beneath. It wasn’t just a body—this was me. Even as I followed orders, as the AI took control, I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of belonging. EPILISION063421. Engage enemy or defend target. I didn’t fight the AI’s commands; I let it take over, becoming the passenger once again until the task was complete.

But now... now, things were different. Four days ago, I was taken from the complex, sold at an auction to some wealthy investor. They paid handsomely for what they called "security assets." That was what they labeled me—an asset. But here, in this moment, I wasn’t just a tool. I was more than that. I was waiting, but not in fear. Something about this new path felt promising, as if my new existence now finally had purpose. The silence didn’t bother me—it was just the calm before whatever came next. The AI would guide me, just like before. I liked this body. I liked the way it felt—strong, capable, and efficient.

The AI had taken over my Body countless times, but in this new life, there was something different. It wasn’t just about survival anymore; there was a sense of identity growing, a realization that maybe I wasn’t just the passenger anymore. I was here. I was present. Even though my past was gone, this body carried the remnants of who I had once been, in ways I didn’t fully understand. In the beginning, I hadn’t been fully in control. I was just a passenger, unable to interact with the body I now possessed. It was as if my mind had been asleep, trapped in the depths of my fragmented memory. I didn’t recognize myself anymore—no name, no sense of self, no individuality. The once vibrant parts of me had been stripped away, leaving only a hollow shell of what I had been. Yet, as I took hold of this body for the first time, I discovered a strange comfort in it. It didn’t need sleep, just energy charging and black blood flowing through synthetic veins. It didn’t need food, only nutrient paste to keep going. The once organic red blood had been replaced with the black, synthetic liquid that now powered me. Despite my lost memories, there was still something familiar, something I recognized. A part of me liked this body.

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At first, it was difficult to accept. I had been reduced to a machine, a weapon, a tool without a past or a future. The AI dictated every movement, every action. "EPILISION063421," it would command, and I would follow without question. Engage the enemy. Defend the target. I became little more than a puppet to the cold efficiency of the system, powerless to resist. My individuality had been stripped away, leaving only fragments, memories that felt distant, like a dream I could barely recall. I wasn’t sure who I was anymore, or what I was supposed to be. But something changed in me over time. The more I moved, the more I performed these tasks without thought, the more I began to feel the faint stirrings of what I had once been.

There was a part of me that liked—no, not just liked, but embraced—this body.

It was different from the old human one, but it was strong, resilient. The tail swayed with balance, and the armor shielded me from harm. I liked the way it moved, the way it felt. Even the hard synthetic components felt like they were a part of me now. They protected me. They became me. And then, there was the silence. The quiet that followed my departure from the facility. The moment I had been taken from that sterile, artificial world and sold to a wealthy investor at the auction. They paid handsomely for what they called "security assets." I didn’t know who they were, or what they wanted. All I knew was that my body was no longer bound to the facility, no longer part of some system that dictated my every move. I was now in a different place, with a different purpose—one I couldn’t predict, but one I felt ready for. I wasn’t just an asset anymore. I could feel it. The AI that had controlled me for so long was still there, but it wasn’t the only thing. Beneath its commands, I felt something stirring—something that wasn’t purely mechanical, wasn’t purely synthetic. It was a sensation I couldn’t ignore, one I didn’t fully understand, but it felt like... freedom. I waited now, in the silence, not sure what came next. The AI would guide me when needed, but there was a flicker of doubt, of hope. I wasn’t just the passenger anymore. There was something inside me, something I didn’t want to let go of. I didn’t fully understand it, but I knew one thing for certain: I liked this body. It was mine, in ways that went beyond the cold directives of the AI and the human existence I once knew. Maybe, for the first time in this new life, I was truly alive.