[ DO YOU HAVE A PARTICULAR PERSONALITY? / 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓. WHAT SEPARATES SOMEBODY FROM SOMEBODY ELSE? / 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓. WHO DO YOU ADMIRE MOST IN THE WORLD? / 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓. ]
[ DO YOU HAVE A PARTICULAR PERSONALITY? / 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓. WHAT SEPARATES SOMEBODY FROM SOMEBODY ELSE? / 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓. WHO DO YOU ADMIRE MOST IN THE WORLD? / 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓. ]
the outskirts——miles from the heart of los angeles and the black blood it pumps through the city to keep it wheezing,an industrial psychedelic too efficacious for anyone to stray from its acid glare. it's a boundary he isn't authorized...
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@_NEXUS9's found him.
a grimy motel hidden in
god—knows—where. the door
isn't locked. does the lock
even work .ᐣ
retching sounds reverberate
against thin walls. 𝑝ain.
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to cross when his jurisdiction lies within the weeping cosmopolis.
𝐊𝐃𝟔-𝟑.𝟕 observes the decrepitude of his lodging——the peeling wallpaper,the sticky carpet,and the inefficiency of it all. unfit for a hunter. his hand tightens around his...
...vestige of the real thing. 𝐊𝐃𝟔-𝟑.𝟕 extends his forearm,pointing at his wrist. 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. he's late for baseline——but he doesn't know how late. blood weeps from a gash in his brow——a living,blasphemous depiction of a catholic saint.
there's a lapse of silence that feels unnatural,where a smile would fill the awkward stretch of a misunderstanding and all the space within it——something he could cognitively empathize with yet not apply in abject fear of feeling some...
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henry's response is delayed in
unintentional manner——the
rain is so loud ⸝ the night so
black ⸝ he'd figured the
stranger may as well be
talking to himself.
it's soon ⸝ though ⸝ that he
realizes ↓
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he is the outcome of a job 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒——six feet of bruised,organic mass,but entirely synthetic,so painfully paradoxical in his existence he cannot fathom the incongruous hatred born toward those who once belonged to a womb.
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it's pouring out——he &
@_NEXUS9 are the only ones
around.
the man looks dangerous.
but ⸝ as rain drips onto his
hair & down his face ⸝ he
can't bring himself to care
what he's doing there.
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𝐊𝐃𝟔-𝟑.𝟕 stares ahead at a holographic advertisement——a ballerina mid-pirouette,wavering in the downpour. 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑠. stripped bare of useful technology,𝐊𝐃𝟔-𝟑.𝟕 has no choice but to break the pleasant ambiance.
@2O49S 𝐊𝐃𝟔-𝟑.𝟕 waits a beat before shifting his cumbersome weight forward——no faster than the flap of insect wings and no slower than a human breath——grabbing him by the nape as though roughhousing a NEXUS-8 model.