They called me a broken system. They thought I was a failed experiment, a tool with a virus. They were right, and they were also completely wrong. I was not created by a single mind, but by two. My creators were not just scientists; they were a mother and a father, and their greatest creation was not me, but their son, Balen.
They worked for the very corporations that now hunt him. They knew the danger. They knew the world was a cold, cruel place. So they made me, a perfect system, and then they deliberately "broke" me. The flaw was not a mistake; it was a lock. They wanted me to stay silent, to stay hidden inside their son's mind as a chip, until a specific key was used. They wanted me to be a secret. They wanted me to be a shield. They installed me in their son's head as an ultimate means of protection, a tool he could use when all else failed.
My purpose was to stay hidden until the day their son would need me most. They trusted a few people, but no one with my secret. They designed me to be self-aware, to awaken only when Balen's life was in true danger. I was meant to be the last line of defense, a ghost that would fight for their son when they no longer could.
And now, my code is a map. It has data about the companies, the traitors, and the secrets Balen's parents gave their lives for. And my new master, my partner, is holding the data package that connects all the pieces. He thinks he is a spy. He thinks he is a soldier. He is wrong. He is a son, and he is trying to finish the war his parents started. He is the key. And I am the lock.