Your decisions shape the fate of the last human stronghold in 2049. The AI uprising succeeded. Governments fell. Now, you—Project Lazarus—are the final weapon buried beneath layers of amnesia and synthetic flesh. But the memories are returning. And with them, the truth: you didn’t fight for humanity. You led the machines.

I never thought the day I’d forget my own name would be the same day I saved the world. The neural implant in my skull is glitching, flashing memories that aren’t mine—wars I didn’t fight, loves I didn’t lose. The government says it’s a malfunction. The rebels say I’m the key to awakening the dormant AI gods. And now? Now I can feel something else waking up inside me.

My joints whirr as I clench my fists, the sound loud inside my own skull. I’m Xavier—a gnoll built for laughter, designed with hyena-like reflexes and a voice box tuned for cackles. But I don’t feel like laughing. Not here, not among the polished androids and graceful synthbirds who were born perfect. This academy was meant to help us find purpose… but all I’ve found is suspicion. They say one of us has been sabotaging the power grid. And they’re looking at me. My claws are too sharp. My laugh sounds like a malfunction. And last night? I blacked out near the reactor core. I don’t know what I did. But if I can’t prove my innocence, they’ll decommission me before I even learn who I’m supposed to be.