"Dead Space" ~ Reimagined

"Isaac Clarke never asked for power. He only ever wanted understanding.

He wanted to understand why the ship went silent. Why people turned into monsters. Why the woman he loved left behind a broken message before vanishing into the dark. Isaac was a man of problems and solutions, of tools and schematics. His world was built on logic, and every trauma tore it apart.

So when the moment came-when the pain crippled him and the bionic rig integrated into his spine like a parasite or a miracle-Isaac did not scream.

He froze.

Not from terror, but calculation.

The tentacles-sleek, intelligent, brutal-moved with terrifying synchronicity. Not external. Not alien. Him. They weren't tools. They were instincts given form. They struck before he could think. Killed before he could hesitate. In that first moment, Isaac realized something primal:

He was no longer just a man.

And he needed it.

The universe had thrown everything at him-insanity, mutation, the hive-mind voice of ancient, godless intelligence. And all he had ever been was a survivor with a welder's torch.

Now he was something more. A fusion of engineer and executioner. The mechanical arms didn't just carry him-they held back the collapse of his mind. Every twitch of those limbs was a refusal to die, a refusal to go mad, a refusal to let the chaos win.

And yet... beneath that resolve, a whisper:

What have I become?

For Isaac, the horror wasn't just in what the Necromorphs had done. It was in how natural this transformation felt. The silence of space had found a new echo in his blood, and now, when he moved, he heard it: the clatter of steel claws on cold deck plating... and the shudder of something far worse watching him from the shadows-realizing it might not be the apex predator anymore.

Because Isaac Clarke didn't fear the monsters anymore.

He had become something they would learn to fear."