Lobotomy E.G.O Sunshower: Heathcliff's Story

My colleagues have died.

Three, five? Maybe six.

The number doesn't matter anymore.

They were all killed by those wretched new technologies that won't stop springing up.

One lost their job and starved, one got their flesh taken apart. Others worked like cogs in the machine, treated like subhuman junk.

They were all diligent chums. I was thankful that they were good to a bloke like me.

...'Course, I never showed it.

I was one lucky bugger.

I at least didn't get swept up by rushing waves of technology and die.

I ran off and roamed the Backstreets like a thrown away umbrella until they took me in...

But I guess I didn't deserve 'em after all.

In the end, they'd all go away, like wet paper being torn away.

And the regret and shame I felt as I watched it all happen had my anger boiling.

Maybe, if technology didn't exist as they said...

I could've been laughing and fooling around at a Backstreets pub with chums that could've been alive.

So I decided to get as serious as I could be and ravage all I can this time for sure.

They work on science and technology to make life comfortable, but those things end up taking lives. It's why I started thinking that things like those shouldn't have existed in the first place.

Us survivors dug into the rotten remains of a fallen Wing that once stood at the top of technological progress, and put on what they called E.G.O. Products of technology we detested.

It's ridiculous to think that technology would have a mind, but it seems like this thing does. As soon as I wore this thing, cold and dark feelings rushed into my heart.

An endless swirl of gloom wrapped around me. But as it did, I got the feeling that maybe this thing was like me.

Maybe, just like I did in the past... this thing once had a friend, but got driven out and abandoned.

Thinking like that... Hah. It gave me motivation to fight.

It helped me take down all the crooks trying to protect their damned technology and drown it all so they'd never see the light of day again.

That's not gonna bring my colleagues back from the dead, of course.

At least I'll reduce the number of people that'll end up like us a fair bit.

But...

When I'm done, the chill reminds me that I'm alone.

I go back to wandering damp, dark alleys...

Now I can hardly sleep anywhere else.

Dammit, maybe this E.G.O thing will do me in one day, like how technology doomed all my mates.

What a farce that'd be.

...Whatever. Thinking more won't give me any answers.

Once I'm done with this job, I'll go back with pride...

Once the new world is made... I'll have another chance...

You leave now. Don't try and give me attention.

I have no friends left now.