Facility 208. It had always been a symbol of ill will, a dark blot on the past that nobody liked to talk about. The more superstitious folk often muttered curses or mantras whenever they caught sight of it on the horizon, or if the booming of its machines drifted over the hills at night. No one was truly sure of its purpose – only that it was something evil, a remnant of the supercity that had once sprawled across the continent. No one knew for sure why it was still active. Most didn’t care, as long as it didn’t interfere with their own existence. However, stories say that the scientists are still alive, and they are searching for one of their experiments. A great and terrible entity – something that these scientists of the First Age had created.

When the Experiment was completed, there were celebrations. After so many failures, a breakthrough at last! It stayed in the Facility, meekly obeying orders, being groomed and conditioned to be an unstoppable weapon. It learned quickly – it had been built to do so.
What they didn’t know is, they trained it too well. They trained her too well.

She soon became self-aware, and began to question her existence. Fragments of a past life flitted through the dark of her subconscious, just out of reach. Almost as if she had been different – As if there had been something else, someone else, a personality – now replaced with cold steel, and an emotionless, calculating logic core.

When these answers were denied, she escaped. It was hardly difficult – she was a product of Facility 208; she knew it inside out. They couldn’t stop her – of course they couldn’t. They built her to be unstoppable… and she was. The scientists then began their long search for her – they dropped all of their current projects, and threw all of their resources behind relocating her.

At the same time, the very war she had been built to fight came to the supercity – a deadly, tailored virus was released into the population by a foreign suicide operative. The people turned to the scientists of Facility 208 for a cure, but they were so desperate to find their creation, the cries for help were ignored. As the infection took hold, civil war broke out in the supercity. Society became lost in a spiral of rioting, violence, and self destruction. The scientists continued to frantically search for their creation, ignoring the screams of the dying as the supercity broke down around them.

Eventually, there was nothing left of the supercity, but still the scientists carried on. When the fuel cells which powered the Facility ran dry, they built machines that pulled the lightning out of the sky as an alternate fuel source. If a system failed, they replaced it with a biological equivalent, reverse-engineered from the technology used to create the Experiment.

Years and years passed.
The Experiment, after escaping the infection, had been doing her own searching.

Learning. Growing.

But she could never find the answers she so desperately hungered for. Nor would she stop until she had them. There was only one avenue of investigation left – Back at Facility 208.

The Experiment is coming home…