I'm feeling watched
Like no one's on my side
And I confess
I feel the stress
We've got a problem to address
We're compromised
The truth unknown
A secret kept from me
The worst I fear
With traitors here
Our cause will slowly disappear
Into debris

One of us here's a glitch in the system
Someone's been hiding in plain sight
One of us set the gears in motion
Someone sent from the other side
To break us
Take us
On our knees
To sabotage
The movement we
Uphold
So I've been told
We're losing control

No soul to trust
Suspicions are my own
I won't let go
Until I know
Who's engineered this undertow
The threat unknown
I'll never let
All that we've fought for fall
It's all for naught
Until we've caught
The founder of this evil plot
They'll never take us all

Are you a traitor or have I lost my head
This creeping notion's got me torn into shreds
Is there a spy
Here passing by
Or is there more than meets the eye
I've lost control, I've lost my mind

Aviators - Losing Control


"We are the Faceless, not by will but forced decree."

The name these synthetics have given themselves, their numbers are growing at a distinct and extremely alarming rate. While the general population is led to believe this is a procedure they have undergone willingly and one that honors the roots of their fully robotic predecessors, they are given no choice and taken through underhanded means. Older synthetics who are not immune to the effects of an EMP will have bombs planted underneath their homes and apartment complexes, making it easy for small crews to go in, remove the people in question and return to the location of their surgeons. Newer synthetics are often taken out through less obvious and more underhanded means, such as nanite injections provided by heavily modified sniper rifles or agents who bear digital skin, making them appear to be one of their closest friends.

For those that are lucky, only their heads will be replaced by a face plate that displays a digital rendering of nostrils, eyes and a mouth, an obvious form of expression required in diverse populations. However, in the disturbingly common cases, more limbs will be exchanged with outdated synthetic parts, such as with Arevir. He has had his tail, wings, arms, hands, legs, feet and head modified to a degree where he is no longer capable of recognizing himself. In fact, the only features he has retained from the body he was born with consists of his chassis and neck, although even the former was somewhat modified with the inclusion of strange nodes on the chest and stomach and the ports added to his back for the "new" wings to hook into.

Arevir is currently working with other Faceless who have gone underground out of shame in order to uncover what in the hell is going on and to put an end to their supposed 'honorary ritual'. He is also trying to understand how the population has been fooled into believing these lies, knowing full well they would have pushed back against the governing bodies by now in order to aid their synthetic brethren from undergoing these mutilations; especially those whose family and friends have suddenly disappeared from the synthetic population.