Prologue (because we have to start with something)
Void... Simple, dark void... Just nothing, but darkness.
And in the middle of this, stood ... no, swam, one person ... a teenager.
It was a physically well-built, white-skin boy with dark, long hair and brown eyes, which were manifested in countless glowing blue and red patterns, which overshadows the brown iris.
- My name... - boy started. - My name is Matthew Silver, AKA “Silver Centurion” or “Centurion-1” as you wish.
Matt talked with nothing but emptiness.
- I was born with a gift that’s also became my curse. My mother and father gave me the genes. A unique, unrepeatable, genetic code, which has put my family under a sight of the organization called "Cross-Tech".
Matthew stopped.
- This organization has worked on the project: Centurion-1. The swarm of controllable “Meta-nanites”, the microscopic robots that can affect the living tissue, transforming it into a synthetic nano-fiber.
The purpose of the development was not peaceful - they wanted to create a living, and perfect weapon. Weapon, that able to adapt and engage. "The armor that can protect from everything. The weapon that can destroy everything." And they did it... out of me.
Silver sighed.
- They tried their nanites on many subjects, but robots could assimilate and stop conflict with organic matter, only if the host had a specific genetics. My genetics.
Glowing blue patterns, similar to the circuit, began to appear on the Matthew’s skin. They covered more and more of the flesh, but Matt does not seem to notice it. He just continued his story:
- When I was one year old, when I was an infant, my parents were killed by the "Cross-Tech" Assassin, and I was kidnapped. As long as I can remember, I have lived in isolation in underground laboratories that belong to the "Cross-Tech". Every day was hell for me. A tedious tests... and painful experiments.
Matthew’s body began to transform. His flesh turned into a metal-like nano-fiber.
- Day by day, the scientists injected me with this meta-nanites. Robots multiplied and remake my living cells into another nanites. It was painful. Really painful. As a result, I have no living cells now. My body today - it's a swarm of nanobots that perform all the functions of the "living" body... and something else.
A bright flash was distributed from Matthew. The light was so intense that it hid the passing transformation.
When light gone, there was no kid, but 4-meter high, battle-robot with heavy armor and arsenal of heavy-weapons inside it.
Mech looked "muscular". His shining "silver" armor harmoniously interwoven with black nano-fiber and has been "decorated" with a blue and orange lights.
His optics glowed the same, cold, blue light and only occasionally in the robot’s "eyes", on its "HUD", ran the red "data".
With the changed voice that was heard now as the "metal baritone," Centurion continued:
- I was turned into a living weapon. Turned into a perfect weapon. Now I am able to change shape. To turn myself into a robot that able to create any device for the attack or defense, which I can only wish for. "Cross-Tech" made weapon, but "Cross-Tech" could not control it, they also could not hide my origin forever. I discovered what they did to my family and me. I escaped, causing huge damage to their lab. I was running away from them all around the world. And when we come across, it’s start a real war.
But this could not go on forever.
They found me and caught me.
After a bright flash, Matt regained his human form.
- From this moment begins my story. The story of Matthew Silver. The story of the "Silver Centurion".
