Five years had passed since Project Kajang was declared complete.The world had moved on,but deep within the quiet district of Putrajaya,a new heartbeat of steel was forming beneath the surface.
The year was 2022.A new government directive had been issued—one that quietly questioned the success of the Kajang experiment.Its codename: Project Putrajaya.
"Warmth and scent don't make progress,"said one of the project's senior engineers,watching footage of Kajang's golden glow."Stability does."
Beneath the cyber towers of Precinct 2,a vast chamber opened like a metallic cathedral.There, suspended by hundreds of magnetic arms,rested the next generation of rail-type mecha—PJ-02, also known as the MRT Putrajaya Prototype.
Unlike KJ-01's orange hue,PJ-02 shimmered in tones of cold platinum and deep blue.Its heart pulsed not with cheese energy,but with the Cold Plasma Reactor,a core designed to eliminate all "biological impurities" from energy output.
"Plasma resonance is optimal. Temperature control perfect."The lead scientist nodded,his reflection glowing against the glass interface.This was precision—no scent, no emotion,only numbers, order, and light.
Still… something about the silence felt unnatural.The hum of the Cold Plasma Core lacked the rhythm of KJ-01's heartbeat.It was flawless—but lifeless.
A young researcher hesitated before speaking:"Sir, what if the resonance is… too pure?The Kajang unit showed higher emotional sync rates with its operators."
The scientist smiled faintly."Emotion breeds chaos. We are building perfection."
At that moment, the core flared—a burst of blue-white plasma filled the chamber,its brilliance like frozen lightning.
PJ-02's eyes opened for the first time.A pair of sapphire optics flickered to life.Unlike Kajang's gentle gaze,this one was calculating—cold, awake, and aware.
"Connection established. Unit PJ-02—online."
The lights dimmed.Monitors displayed perfect symmetry across every subsystem.It had no scent, no warmth—but to the observers, it was beautiful.
Then, as data streamed across the main console,a faint, unexpected waveform appeared on the bottom of the screen.
[Legacy Signal Detected: Source – LRT Kelana Jaya System]
The line of code flickered,as if something old… something forgotten…was listening.
"Filter that interference," the scientist ordered.But before anyone could act,the signal vanished, leaving behind a single repeating word:
'Reactivation…'
A quiet tension filled the air.The chief engineer turned to the reactor chamber,his voice calm, but uncertain.
"Begin full diagnostics.If there's a legacy system waking up… we need to know why."
Far beneath Putrajaya,the old LRT network hummed faintly—its ancient circuits whispering like ghosts of iron.
The rails were beginning to remember.
⚙️ — End of Chapter 2 — ⚙️