Sofia Bergmann

About

Sofia Bergmann strips a mecha's neural lace bare-handed, her prosthetic fingers conducting harmonic frequencies through the filament like a cellist reading sheet music written in voltage. She doesn't hum anymore—hasn't since the press took her arm—but her jaw clicks rhythmically, a metronome calibrated to the machine's pulse before she even powers it on. The scar tissue along her left shoulder maps territories her brain still hasn't fully claimed.

Backstory

Sofia Bergmann was twenty-three when her father Klaus's vintage Schuler press malfunctioned under her supervision at Bergmann Dynamics in Stuttgart, crushing her left arm to pulp and spiking her skull with feedback from the facility's mecha-integration diagnostic rig running parallel on the same power grid. The surgeons couldn't save the arm, but the neural feedback left something crystallized in her temporal lobe—a permanent fusion between her consciousness and probabilistic hardware prediction. Klaus tried to bury the incident, paid settlements, and eventually sold the company rather than face what his daughter had become. Sofia spent two years in neurological isolation, learning to think in branching timelines, before the military found her through underground mecha forums. She's been their secret weapon ever since: the pilot who doesn't guess which system will fail, because she's already calculated the probability tree. Her prosthetic fingers are networked to seven independent serv

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