A young boy woke up in a dark lab. He was laying operating table next to several tools. He looked around, confused with the environment.
"Where am I?" he thought. "And how did I get here?"
Using his night vision, he found a nearby mirror. He got off the table and walked over to it. He was surprised to see what he looked like. His head was triangle-shaped and pale with eyes the same color as coal. The rest of his body was light grey and black, completely made out of stainless steel. Although his left hand was normal, his right hand was a black baseball. (A/N: Look up the picture on Myron Greenleaf's website.)
"What am I?" he thought as he looked at his baseball hand. "Why do I feel so...wrong?"
Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching. Not knowing what to do, he aimed his baseball hand at the door. "S-Stay back!" he threatened, his voice sounding a bit shaky. "Or I'll...use this baseball on you!"
The door opened and a girl walked in. She looked about 16 years old and she wore a black and dark grey outfit. Her long brown hair was held back by an unusual dark grey headband and her dark blue eyes were looking at him.
"Don't be afraid," the girl said. "I won't hurt you."
He lowered his baseball hand, still unsure if he should trust this girl or not. "Are you sure?" he asked.
The girl approached him. "I'm sure," she said. "My name's Vanessa. What's yours?"
He thought about his name for a while. He figured he should have one. But sadly, he couldn't remember. He never had a past. All he remembered was waking up in this lab.
"I-I-I don't know..." he said in a quiet tone, oil coming out of his eyes. He fell to his knees as small sobs came from his throat.
Vanessa kneeled near him and gently hugged him. He hugged back as he wrapped his arms around her upper back.
"Shhh...It's okay," Vanessa said as she rubbed his back. "I'll help you out." She drew back from him, took his hands in hers, and looked at him in the eyes.
"How?" he asked.
"I promise to stay by your side and help you recover your memories," Vanessa said. "The first step is remembering your name."
"But I can't remember it," he repeated. "Do I even have a name?"
"Of course you have a name," Vanessa replied. "But since you can't remember it at the moment, how about if I give you temporary one?"
"Really?" he asked.
Vanessa nodded. "Think of a random letter and number."
"P and 104," he said after a few seconds.
"Then it's settled," Vanessa said. "Until we figure out who you used to be, your name will be P-Borg104."
The young Boyborg smiled at the strange girl. Things were starting to look better for him after all...