Man and Machine

A cyborg was a being who's become partially machine, people normally pictured them as people with mechanical limbs. Cyrus didn't fit most people's definition of a cyborg, because he was more man turned into machine than man who was part machine. At this point the young man was almost completely made of nanites, it granted him amazing abilities, but it scared him at times.

So, once he'd arrived on Manta Carlos with his crew, he'd realized something, there were scientists here he could talk to. He didn't really have to hide who and what he was anymore, well besides the criminal part, for obvious reasons he had to remain silent about it.

So, using his recourses, he'd found one in particular that interested him. She was a cyborg as well, though a more classical example of one. He'd done a little poking, she was impressive, skilled, yes she'd do.

Cyrus found a cafe that she went to often, luckily he no longer slept, while this gave him more time to do things, he actually missed dreaming. Either way, he found a seat and had a cup of coffee, sipping it contently, since joining his crew he'd learned how to blend in, look like he belonged.

Then, the woman entered and took a seat, yes it was her. Hard to get her mixed up with anyone else given her limbs, not that they were unpleasant, if anything Cyrus like how they looked on her. Finishing his coffee, he approached her, his smile, calm and friendly as usual, "good morning, hope I'm not interrupting, I'm Cyrus Norcross," he wasn't sure if anyone would recognize his name, he was a famous young genius, but the island was isolated.