Reboot

I love a good puzzle. Which was good, considering my job.

I worked for the government as a trouble shooter of anything electronic. While I was no great inventor, not like Praetor Berry or former Praetor Keyes, if something should work, but isn't or is working only intermittently, I tend to be able to get it to work. It's a genetic thing one might say - I'm a descendant of Nicholas Tesla's younger brother.

Different, taller, the clockwork I was working on was apparently a custom model - one made to be subverted by the so-called "Resistance" terrorist network, then later have a secondary control module come online, take over, and return the clockwork to the PPD for "debriefing". To help insure it would be taken, it had some other refinements. Like deliberate weapons for use against people, some of which I can't even figure out.

Anyway, this particular tin can was in my office due to some irregularity in the secondary control module. I was half distracted - the unit didn't look like one would expect. In fact, it reminded me of *something* I'd worked with previously, I just couldn't recall. I made some kind of connection, and blacked out.

When I came to, it felt odd. I realized I was laying down not on the floor, but on my work table. Something felt... off. As I brought myself up, my center of gravity felt off.  I felt... taller I guess. Which was a good one. As I finished uprighting myself, I noticed the legs of the clockwork I had been working on where mine should of been.

Somehow I'd been absorbed into the clockwork. I looked around, and saw no sign of my body - nor any sign of anyone having come in. When checking the time, I realized I'd been knocked out for about an hour.

Worst thing was, thinking about calling this in was already giving me a headache.