Doctor Elaine Thorn wrote down the precise heart beats the monitor showed. Her father, Randall Thorn, was known to be the only scientist who could bring anyone or anything back to life. Though Elaine was known to be very serious when in the line of her work, that night she couldn't help but keep shooting looks from the corner of her eye at the man that rested on the table. She closed the pad on her hands hanging it on the hook next to the monitor while clicking her pen and shoving it down the chest pocket of her dingy doctors robe. Her hand trailed up the table as she made her way to the mans side. Part human, part robot. She had never imagined she could see such a case. She had operated on everyone that lived in the base, she knew everything that needed to be known to save any life since she was thirteen thanks to her deceased mother. But, to the point of a man being half of them and half of the things that had cause the annihilation of a great deal of humanity, seemed beyond any dream she could remember from childhood. The look on her fathers face when she returned to base with the man hanging from her shoulders, gave her a glimpse of the doors of war she was opening. A machine still existant was against everything they believed in.
Her aqua eyes studied the man she had found buried under a thin layer of sand. Her mind couldn't help but think he was soon to be in his thirties when she was only five. He was beyond any knowledge she could ever imagine of or anyone could for that matter. She rose a trembling and hesitating hand. Did she dare touch him? Her hand made her way towards his face but she pulled back as his eyes sharply opened. He studied his surroundings and made a stop to examine Elaine.
"What's your name?" he asked, Elaines heart thumping hard as ever. He seemed so much like a man. Was it all a deception of the machines?
"I'm known as Doctor Elaine Thorn. Do you have any name? We've tried to find any record of you in the small archives we have but you're no where to be found," she spoke with a secureness she was unaware of having.
"My name is Marcus Wright," he swallowed and led his eyes to the sealing. Elaine pressed down on the small rounded earring on her ear, a see-through screen appearing in front of her. "What year is it?"
Elaine looked down at Marcus. "It's 2028."
Marcus closed his eyes. Another time, another year. Was he bound to be revived and die only to live again?