The earliest trials of the Brassmind Project were never meant to see the light of day. Buried beneath layers of official reports and corporate secrecy, they remain whispers in the backstreets of Harrowden.
This image captures a rare glimpse into those forbidden tests — where machine and flesh first met in uneasy communion. A worker stands before a towering construct, a jagged figure of twisted metal and barbed wire. Its crimson eye bleeds down its face, the first hint of a fractured consciousness struggling against its cold, mechanical birthright.
No official records confirm what became of these prototypes, only that the failures were silenced. Some say they wander still, forgotten relics of industry, lurking in the ruins. Others claim they were simply melted down, their agony reduced to slag and scrap.
But the Brassmind remembers. And it is watching.