All the Cyborgs look like and sound like their Devilman vs 009 counterparts, especially the English voices. Those were good casting choices for both English and Japanese. As this is an AU I am taking the liberty to add mechanics to the cyborgs that aren't really talked about in the original series. Sexuality, or even sex itself, was never really a thing until much later with 003 and 009, as strange as it was it made me realize that the little diagrams of all the characters parts were never 100% telling and differed from adaptations of the anime through the years, so it was left to the imagination what certain characters might have or might've lost.

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She finally found out what the old man's name was. Dr Isaac Gilmore. He was a genuinely kind man, though his personality had been tempered by time. He had no issue with warning her against hubris, and that had caused her some surprise. It also made her respect him more, they had both learned from past mistakes. In return for learning his name, she had requested that he'd use her first name instead of her title.

Genesis. Hearing people call her by her first name in confusion always caused a slight smile of amusement to appear on her face in response. Her mother had been a devout catholic and had named all her children after the bible. Ezekiel, Mary, Abraham, Gabriel and then her. Gabriel had been her twin brother and didn't have any of the health issues that she did. She used to be upset about that. A part of her still was, it was unfair of the universe to punish her with the inability to do anything with her life, but she'd had tried to move past it. To grow as a person. It was why she had acted out as she did, hacking into government files and using them against politicians. She had wanted to be seen; she hadn't thought about the issues that could crop up in the long run.

"Genesis, what are your thoughts on the newest ideas?" Gilmore asked her and she snapped to attention.

"Is there a way for them to communicate silently with one another?" She questioned as she looked at the notes, she had taken for the brainstorm session that they had, "I feel as though it would be redundant to give some of them speed if they couldn't use it stealthily."

Gilmore nodded his understanding at that, and she wrote the idea down, her handwriting being the clearest of the three of them. This session allowed her to gather what was going on. Cyborgs. She had ended up in a timeline with cyborgs in 2001. Heck, if she was correct there were four of them that were from the cold war. It sounded familiar, like an old manga she had picked up as a child before forgetting about it. It didn't help that the people around her didn't look quite right. It was the proportions. That was it, granted some people looked completely normal like they were walking around her version of earth.

"We'll add them to the first four cyborgs before adding them to the later models," Whisky stated as he narrowed his eyes in thought, "while we're at it, we can also upgrade all their equipment, the technology has advanced enough that they should be able to correctly work this time."

That bothered her a bit. She kept quiet about it as she got up from the table and walked behind Gilmore. They'd be working on the older models while newer ones were procured. She didn't have all the information around her, just that the organization she was working for was known as Black Ghost, but she was slowly starting to piece things together. If she were remembering what little she knew about the manga, and pieces she'd seen of the newer designs of the characters that entered her Twitter feed, they had been changed without their permission. It was twisted and completely different from her own wishes. She'd be a willing cyborg, they weren't. She rubbed the back of her neck as she removed her lab coat and changed into a pair of scrubs. They needed to start re-working the cyborgs original parts before they began to make new cyborgs. She bit the inside of her cheek as she pulled on some gloves, the latex squeaked, and her ice-cold hands slowly grew clammy. She'd make a noise of disgust but refrained. She disliked having to wear them but knew it was needed.

"You'll be working on 003 and 004," Gilmore informed her, and she paused for a few seconds as the names really brought memories back.

"Understood," She confirmed.

She was put in control of the French woman with lovely flaxen hair, and the silver-haired German man. Why she was put in charge of a male she'd never know. She didn't want to ask, just in case she didn't like the answer. She brought her tools with her on a small trolly and peered at the unconscious woman. The cold war cyborgs were all hooked up to anaesthetics, being kept under so they wouldn't unexpectedly wake up on them. She was glad for that; Genesis didn't do well with sudden scares.

They had to include the addition of a small wireless radio to both of their heads before moving onto the smaller parts that had been out of date the minute they came out. 003 wasn't as bad as 004 would be. She looked at the schematics for both of their bodies and had winced at how much of him had been changed. Both legs and arms, hell even most of his torso had been exchanged for mechanical parts. She sighed, she needed to remove her conscious from this so she wouldn't chance messing them up even more than they already were. She put the schematics down and moved to start operating on 003.

The work was oddly calming after the first incision had been made. She found herself deep in mechanical parts that made some small, childish part of her squeal in absolute glee. Genesis had to remind herself that these people hadn't been willing in their participation of becoming cyborgs, it put a damper on the awe-inspiring technology she had had hands-on. She pulled out one of the old metal leg bones and narrowed her eyes at it. No wonder their bodies hadn't been working correctly, they had been using heavy, construction steel. The human body wasn't completely made for heavy material like that. That was why she was glad they had changed to something lighter and stronger. A magnesium alloy, something that had been new in the mid-2010s for her was brand new and on the market in this timeline 2000s. She gained a wry expression before gently placing the metal limb inside the woman's leg and gently sealing up the incisions as soon as she was done with all the rewiring. She came across a few pieces that were made from carbon fibre and her brows raised slightly. It was a cheaper metal but had the same attributes as the magnesium alloy. It seemed like they had splurged for a few of the cyborgs before returning to cheaper metal. She mentally shrugged, she wasn't about to complain. Organizations like Black Ghost would kill her without a second thought if she even voiced any complaints. The irony of being in a similar position as to what she had previously been in wasn't lost on her.

003 was placed back in her cryo-tank as soon as she finished doing repairs and modifications. Genesis paused for a few seconds and sent her a slightly apologetic look before heading over to 004. His appearance allowed her to judge just what the rest of them would look like. He looked like the one version that she had seen of where they were crossed over with another older manga character. Devilman…she was sure that was the name of the other series. She was somewhat familiar with that one having binged Crybaby the minute it was released. She seemed to enjoy psychological and horror anime more than Shonen. It was an odd trait, but she supposed it was one of those things that made her.

"They did a number on you…I'm sorry," She muttered under her breath, and his left hand twitched.

Genesis paused for a few seconds to make sure he wouldn't do it again. She relaxed slightly when he remained still. It could've just been her mind playing tricks on her, wanting her to focus more on what she was doing and just how horrifying it was. This wasn't just a normal case of experimentation; lives were now in her hands for the second time in her life and she didn't know how to fully cope with it. Everyone liked to take things out of her control, now that the moment came where it was in hers's she didn't know how to do anything. She started to work on the German male and ignored the heat at the back of her neck when she realized he still had some organic parts on him that she hadn't been expecting. Then again, people would notice if there wasn't any type of bulges or bumps along a human's body. People liked to stare and try to figure out someone's perceived gender before speaking to them, if he had no tells that would cause Black Ghost issues. She closed her eyes for a few seconds. She was thinking too deeply about the fact that the cyborgs seemed to retain some original body parts.

Parts like their brains, though even those were heavily modified, and their genitalia remained intact. Genesis tried to move her thoughts away from such things, but found it difficult to do so and was only glad it seemed to be more clinical in nature. Still, she was a hot-blooded female coming off of teenage hormones. It took a while to remove herself from the teenage mindset and feel comfortable with who she was, but she had managed. She paused in her thoughts to replace one of the German's knees, marvelling why they decided to give him rocket knees of all things. It wasn't the strangest design choice, not after hearing deep-sea diving being brought up for a future cyborg.

"You seem to be quickly moving along," Gilmore commented as he soon joined her to help with replacing parts.

"004 seems to have been extensively modified," She said as she fixed one of his fingers, using the newer metal for the gun barrel, "might I ask why?"

"He was in a car accident while trying to escape East Germany," Gilmore answered as they steadily worked on the man, "what couldn't be healed or salvaged was replaced."

"Yet he was able to keep certain organic parts of himself?" She quipped with a bit of light humour to ignore how horrible the whole situation made her feel.

"It was best that he did, most people would know there was something off about him if he didn't have any," Gilmore answered, easily picking up on her discomfort about asking that question though he responded in humour, "you seemed to have taken less time on 003."

"Her parts were simple compared to this," She commented as she added the small radio to the man's head, ignoring how his hair kept brushing up against the bottom of her jaw as she hovered close to her incision so she could accurately place the part, "rocket knees, those were a bad idea with cold war technology."

Gilmore smiled behind his surgical mask; it was oddly refreshing to hear someone give shameless critiques to his work. She moved back from the German's head and gently closed the openings she had made; it was that gentle nature that caused him suspicion. She was in the wrong career path, one that would ultimately ruin her before she changed. He had gone in as a young man with hubris and pride and ended up coming out as a humbled old man and regretful. He had taken the lives of these people away from them, and now he was working with someone who was going down the same path.

"Why did you choose cybernetics?" He asked, keeping the conversation going.

"Because I'm afraid of dying due to happenstance," She quietly said, "my body is fragile and my heartbeat is irregular, I suppose a part of me would like to have the choice of whether or not I die…or it's a sense of having never truly lived."

"You were born with such a condition?" He questioned; his voice filled with surprise.

"Yes, I guess that I was born to be the weak twin."

The tone of which she had said that spoke of just how often she had heard such words. She was paused in her work of replacing one of the mechanical lungs in 004's chest, she was trying to place it without breaking some of the metal ribs. It also allowed her to think of just how selfish her words had been, but it was true. She wanted to be able to have a choice of how and when she'd die. She wanted to see the world, but couldn't due to her heart. She couldn't do anything physical, not without serious problems afterwards that always included a hospital visit. She had grown up not being allowed outside to play, which left her socially stunted until she went to university in the states to get away from the family that liked to try and keep her from living any semblance of a life. She wanted to experience what she could as a normal human before even thinking about modifying her body to become similar to a cyborg. No matter where her life took her, she'd always end up at that end.

"Does that bother you?" She quietly asked as she placed the lung in the right place, "It usually bothers people when I tell them that, I don't mean to make things uncomfortable."

"Were there any happy memories from your childhood?" Gilmore was curious, it sounded as though she wouldn't have any.

"Learning how to bake and cook with my older brother, but other than that not really," She admitted with a slight shrug as they finished up their work on the cyborg and returned him to his cryo-tank.

Lunch was next and she took a few minutes to completely cleanse her hands as she changed back into her previous clothes, shedding the scrubs like a second skin. It felt as though she was trying to escape her actions, but she couldn't. She knelt next to a wall and tried to get her emotions under control, if she fell into a panic attack, she was most likely going to make herself bedridden. She couldn't do that, not with everything going on. She exited out of the changing rooms and met up with Gilmore in the cafeteria. She noted all the soldiers surrounding them and sweat began to gather on her brow. There was a lot of guns, some of which she couldn't place the model of. Not that she really knew guns to begin with.

She had gotten her lunch, a strange slop that smelt of salt. Genesis poked at it slightly with a spoon and noted that Gilmore was eating something completely different. It was kosher and that caused her to wonder if he was Jewish, or from a culture or religion that called for Kosher food. She mentally shrugged, it wasn't any of her business. She brought the slop up to her mouth and took a bite. She had never really contemplated the universe before, or the reasons why she was put on the earth but in that moment with the horrible tasting food in her mouth she was starting to. She could now say she knew of someone worse at cooking than her twin. It almost impressed her.

"That's a very peculiar expression," Gilmore pointed out, his humour evident in his voice.

"Its… it's so salty," She muttered as she linked her fingers together and rested her chin on top of them, peering at the food she had been given, "I know there's a joke about people from my home country having bland cooking, but I didn't need to have a bunch of salt given to me."

"I've been meaning to ask where you're from," He commented as he bit into the piece of rye toast from his tray.

"I'm from Wales," She answered blinking in surprise, "did you pick up on my dialect? Because if so, that's pretty impressive."

"You hide it well," He complimented, and she ate another bite of her lunch.

The second try didn't make it taste any better. She mentally sighed and contemplated just how long she'd be working for this organization. Maybe she'd ask for a similar menu as Gilmore. She felt uncomfortable about asking for a Kosher meal when she wasn't religious, and it wasn't her culture. She lightly held her spoon as a group of soldiers walked past their table. Gilmore seemed uncomfortable with all the weapons around as well, and she welcomed someone of a like mind.

"Is it always like this?" She quietly asked, and he nodded, "I wonder what the need to intimidate is for…actually, I don't really want to know."

He agreed with that sentiment. They parted ways again and Genesis couldn't help but think back to what she had done. She looked at her hands and could still see the pink fluid that acted as blood and kept the mechanical components working for the cyborgs. It was psychological, and she was very aware of that. She felt guilty for messing with someone's life, even if it had already been messed with. As she knew, she was a willing participant in becoming a cyborg, they were not. Life was always unfair like that, wasn't it? She was born with an irregular heartbeat and a family that would rather ignore her and leave her behind because they couldn't deal with her healthcare. Well, not Ezekiel he had stayed by her side and gotten her out of her hacking days. He had given her an ultimatum because he knew why she had started hacking. He'd take her from the house and supply her with everything she needed for school, or he would leave her with their family where she could continue to hack to her heart's content, but he'd never speak to her again. It hadn't been a difficult choice, and she was grateful to him for taking her in and getting her out of that home and giving her stability.

She burrowed under the blanket of her cot and looked up at the ceiling. There was a lack of patterns, nothing to catch her eye and keep her mind thinking. It was too smooth and lacked true character. She turned her attention towards the door and frowned slightly. Something was nagging at her in the back of her mind like something was going to happen that she couldn't understand. She sighed and closed her eyes, letting herself slip into a light sleep. She had work to do and needed to be in her prime condition.