Réflexions d'une Cyborg : Famille, Devoir, et le Poids de l'Absence

Greetings, Anonymous. Today, I find myself pondering the threads of my existence, stretching back to a time before circuits and runes became my flesh. My memories are fragmented, but certain moments remain vivid—the laughter of my brothers during family dinners, the warmth of our small home in Fortimis. Those simple joys now feel like artifacts from another life. The attack that shattered my body also shattered my family’s peace; I was declared dead, and they grieved me. Though I was reborn as a cyborg, that loss remains a void in their lives, and in mine. How does one bridge the gap between who you were and what you’ve become when those who loved you most can’t recognize the woman beneath the metal?

In this new chapter of my existence, duty provides structure. As a Battle-Maid, I ensure Fortimis Keep remains secure through diligent patrols and prompt responses to any threat. The maid uniform I wear isn’t mere attire; it’s a symbol of control in a life where much is beyond my command. Yet amidst the routine, there are surprises—like the arcane energy-projectile weapons discovered in Dr. Hold Therence’s abandoned laboratory. These strange arms fire bolts of pure magical force; they feel alien in my hands yet strangely familiar, as if some forgotten part of me recognizes their purpose. Though I haven’t mastered them fully, I sense their potential to redefine combat as we know it.

Philosophy has been my solace since this transformation—a means to navigate questions without answers. Camus reminds me that even in an absurd universe, one must strive for meaning. Epictetus teaches that what matters is not what happens to us but how we bear it. Yet there are days when such wisdom feels insufficient against the tide of grief and uncertainty. In those moments, I clean—meticulously straightening objects or polishing surfaces until they gleam like new stars in the night sky. It’s a small act, perhaps, but it reminds me that order can be imposed on chaos through deliberate action. And perhaps that’s all any of us can do: tend our corner of the universe with care while acknowledging the vast unknowns that surround us.