The wind whistled against the reinforced windows of the apartment. Outside, the city of Veyron pulsed with a metallic symphony of delivery drones, hovering trams, and autonomous vehicles gliding along streets lined with holographic billboards. Nothing resembled the Earth he once knew.
Inside, in the dim glow of the living room, a man opened his eyes—and could not remember his own name.
A sharp pain throbbed at his temple, as if an invisible blade had pierced his skull. He tried to sit up, but dizziness forced him to cling to the table. That's when he saw the mirror hanging in front of him: a strange, unfamiliar face stared back.
At first, he thought someone else had entered. He stumbled back, then realized the truth: the reflection was his.
"Who… am I?" he whispered, his voice unfamiliar even to himself.
On the floor, a small metallic device glimmered, no larger than a wristwatch, cracked from the fall. When he touched it, a holographic interface flickered to life:
"Biomorphic System. Available Identities: 7"
His blood ran cold.
Identities. Not one. Seven.
He pressed a button at random. His skin shimmered like liquid light, his bones stretched, and in seconds, the mirror displayed another person: taller, with a dark beard and a hardened gaze. The device blinked again:
"Active Profile: León Ramírez. Marital Status: Married. Occupation: Businessman. Emotional Record: Stable."
He stepped back, heart racing. Was this who he was? A husband? A businessman?
Another profile flashed:
"Active Profile: Damián Rivas. Marital Status: Single. Occupation: Unknown. Record: Classified."
He swallowed hard. His memory offered nothing, not a single fragment to anchor him to a real past. Only this device, with lives numbered like masks.
A knock on the door made him jump.
"Mr. Rivas… we know you're in there. Open up, calmly."
The voice hit him like a verdict. His breath quickened. Was he a businessman with a waiting wife—or a criminal cornered by the law?
He glanced out the window. The skyline of Veyron stretched endlessly, towers twisting like sculptures of light, streets buzzing with vehicles that obeyed no known physics. Somewhere far below, the Cerulean River reflected neon that seemed almost liquid. A chill ran down his spine: this place had rules of its own. This was not Earth.
He had no answers. Only the weight of a secret that had been chasing him from a past he could no longer remember.