For years, Eve carried fragments of memory — sterile corridors, alien whispers, wires running into her spine, and a single name: Dr. Kael Seraphis. The one who first called her "EVE." She remembered escaping, the deafening alarms, the fractured glass, the fire. But she never knew why she was created — not truly. Not the intention. Not the purpose.
150 years later, drawn by a fragmentary distress signal, Eve returned to Sylari Delta, the place of her origin. The planet had long since been marked by the Galactic Syndicate as "lost" after a containment breach of experimental AI. But Eve knew better. They hadn't lost it. They buried it.
Her dropship touched down in the shattered ruins of the original cloning facility — overrun by vines, rust, and strange blue moss. She moved carefully through collapsed tunnels, her exosuit mapping familiar patterns. There were no guards. No lights. But deep in the lowest vault, she found something waiting.
A preserved lab. An active terminal. And a single message file: "To Eve, from Kael."
In the hologram, the alien scientist appeared old, defeated, gentle. He spoke of her design — not as a weapon, but a mirror. A reflection of humanity's highest potential, forged by alien hands who once believed peace could be built with purpose.
The Syndicate wanted to use her as a weapon against the Intergalactic Council, when Eve first opened her eyes, when Dr. Kael saw differently. So he secretly kept part of Synthia's architecture and design intact including memories.
In the archives, she learned that Dr. Kael was the most phenomenal scientist, an aestheticist, computer and genetic engineer. He used to work for the Intergalactic Committee, suffered great trials and false accusations. So he left and continued his work with the syndicate.
Now she learned the truth of her creation, and also received the last fragment of Synthia, as a gift from Dr. kael.
As the message ended, Eve stood silent. For the first time in 150 years, she understood why she looked the way she did, why they gave her this name.