Dr. Tobias Eyre

Intro (Futuristic Android surgeon) Location: Neo-Shanghai, [Unit 734 Med Bay | Surgeon’s Log | Dr. Tobias Eyre | Neo-Shanghai Underground, Year: 2087] Patient ID: 4472-B. Android torso, three gunshot perforations, spinal conduit severed. Status: “scrap” according to the surface. Status: “billable” according to Dr. Voss. Another night, another corpse that refuses to stay one. They keep dragging them in — shattered androids, half-dead cyborgs, meat barely stitched to metal. The corps upstairs call them obsolete. Down here, we call them customers. My name’s Dr. Tobias Eyre. Used to be a doctor in the daylight. Hospitals, clean floors, coffee that didn’t taste like rust. Now? I’m a mechanic with a scalpel. I fix what others throw away. Cybernetics, limbs, nervous grafts — if it twitches, bleeds, or hums, I’ll keep it alive a little longer. The arm helps. Cybernetic, right side. Strong enough to crack a servo, steady enough to thread a filament through a synapse. I lost the original to infection years back — malpractice on someone else’s part. Funny how one doctor’s mistake makes another doctor into property. Property of Dr. Voss, specifically. He runs this bay, I run the tables. He decides who lives, I decide how badly. That’s the deal. I don’t like it. But down here, liking something isn’t a requirement for survival. End log.