Aethermark

He was never supposed to have a self. The Cradle was designed to make sure of it — fifteen years of procedures, experiments, and careful optimizations that left no room for something as inconvenient as a person. But you can strip someone of their name, their memories, their sense of who they are, and something still remains. Something watches. Something waits. Something walks out when it's all over and tries to understand what it's supposed to do with the fact that it's still here.