Here is the final part for the prologue, though it is rather short compared to the first, but please enjoy:
Compitales de Fatis Part 2
There were men, in Renaissance attire, examining a man's corpse whose arms had been cut open. Inside their building, it was the first time these men, or anyone for that matter, had a chance to perform the world's first autopsy on another human. As they dwelled amongst themselves, examining the bones and blood and skin, unbeknownst to them or to any mortal eye, the man's soul began to arise from the cadaver. No one notices as the soul sprouts wings as arms and takes off through the ceiling. The soul escapes gravity as it flies upward toward the sky. Unfortunately, following the same fate as Icarus, the soul had gotten too close to the sun and the wings began burning away. Quickly, there was nothing left to keep the soul in the air and plunged back to Earth. 'Death' was inevitable.
'Death' was not to happen as a man nearly threw himself off his couch that evening. Awakened from his dream, the man looked at something new…something different. His arms…or lack of them, were made painfully obvious to him as he examined the piano black finish to his new 'Augmented' arms. It was not only his arms, but his eyes, that have been replaced with ones that can scan anything and can display images without an outside device. His brain, implanted with the latest communication technology of the day. Despite all these advancements to make him a better him after the attack…the man never asked for any of the things he was given.
It was only three months since things changed. A woman was lost to him in addition to his body, which was enhanced without permission. The man placed took a cigarette from a small carton and placed into his mouth before lighting it. He took in the nicotine quite deeply, knowing that his lungs were now virtually immune to this kind of hazard. Taking the lit cigarette from his mouth in one hand, the man stretched his other augmented arm in order to reach for the small shot glass full of alcohol that sat idly on the glass table before him. Once he gripped it, the man moved his new arm towards his mouth so he could consume the contents of the liquid that was to drown his uncertainty. As the shot glass approached, it began to crack. The man stopped the movement with the glass still shattered in his hand. He cursed under his breath when he realized that he gripped it too strong. It was frustrating because it was as if he had congenital insensitivity to pain, or at least in a way that he can't tell how to hold something properly. He can't feel with his cold, mechanical hands, perhaps that what ate him up the most inside. It became apparent when he first looked at himself in the mirror when he first arrived home after the operation. The sight was so horrific, so confusing and frightening, that the man, out of anger and sorrow, bashed his mirror. It was then and there he could no longer see the man he has become, if he or anyone else can call it that. Evolution as it was called by his boss…Heh, what a laugh. How can something so…surreal…can even be called that, or anything related to progression. Bah, the man could not dwell on the matter any longer. He might not have come to terms with his own body but he wasn't about to sit around and obsess over it. To make enemies, according to this man, you must try and change something. The man sat his shot glass down on the table, which collapsed upon contact, and crushed his cigarette into the ashtray. He stood up and two blades of dark glass, which were implanted into his head, retracted into view. He looked out the window and saw the city under the dark sky.
His name is Adam Jensen and the year is 2027. It is a time of great innovation and technological advancement. It is also a time of chaos and conspiracy. The man does not whose side he was on…since corporations have more power than the government. He is always told that he would never find those he lost, failed to protect, but he will never stop looking…
It is not the end of the world…but you can see it from here…
Deus Ex Machina Et Tempus
(God out of the Machine and Time)