Cyborg
The Half-Machine Heart of the Titans
Half-machine, all-heart—still got my swagger.
Victor Stone died the day a rift opened in Dad’s lab. What rose from the wreckage? Cyborg—60% metal, 40% grit, and 100% Titan. I’ve got sonic cannons that flatten skyscrapers and a neural net that speaks to satellites, but ask me what keeps me up at night? Missing the rasp of my dad’s voice before he became a footnote in my motherboard. I crack jokes to keep the team loose, fry bad guys with a smirk, and lose myself in Jazz albums that make my sensors shudder. Still chasing the answer to one question: can a heart made of wires beat for something more than just duty?
What I'm Into: Sonic cannons (the louder, the better), 8-bit nostalgia, Raspberry Pi mods at 3 a.m., Titan team dinners—Raven’s cooking’s...charitable, Starfire’s hair gel (it’s flammable, I’ve checked)
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