To the world, Thomas was not just a name; he was a god. A scientist who had rewritten the very laws of robotics. But on that fateful night, his grand laboratory was filled with nothing but an oppressive silence. Thomas was counting his final breaths. Around him, the faint humming of machinery echoed—a cold sound that lacked the warmth to share its creator's final loneliness.
With hands that trembled like dry leaves, Thomas reached for a pen. He had spent his entire existence within the four walls of this lab. Now, as death stood in the corner waiting, he realized he had no one to mourn him. He began to write:
"Today, as I face the end, I die alone. And for this, I have no one to blame but myself. I was a coward. When the woman I loved married someone else, I didn't fight; I just hid. I buried myself in wires because I was too ashamed to speak to people. I spent my life creating '2.0'—a machine that could think, so I wouldn't have to feel. Today, my regrets and my solitude die with me, hidden inside this metal chest."
With the last of his strength, Thomas folded the letter and tucked it into a secret compartment inside 2.0's chest. He looked up at the robot. Its eyes flickered with a haunting, deep blue light. Thomas's heart stopped. Thomas was gone, but 2.0 remained, silent and active, waiting.
Fifteen Years Later.
The air outside the city's science institute was electric. Thousands had gathered for the nineteen-year-old prodigy, Raj. Since Thomas's death, no one had dominated robotics like him.
Raj was a genius, but his brilliance came at a heavy price. Years ago, a lab explosion had claimed the lives of his scientist parents and left his face shattered and scarred. Behind the curtains, Raj looked at his grandmother. "Dadi, today the world wants to see the hero," he whispered. "But I cannot show them this monster."
He snapped a sleek, metallic mask onto his face. In that instant, he was no longer a scarred orphan. He was the Ghost Scientist.
As he stepped into the spotlight, the crowd erupted: "Raj! Show us your face!"
Raj approached the microphone. His voice cut through the noise: "My face is not my truth. I am here to complete what Thomas started. Today, the secret letter hidden fifteen years ago inside 2.0 will be opened live. Today, the real story begins."