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Nexus, meet Wesley Gibson, formerly the 21st Century's most insignificant asshole. Formerly meek desk-jockey with a cheating girlfriend and a crap best friend. Formerly broke. Formerly miserable. Formerly unable to give a shit about anything or anyone ever.
Currently bleeding, currently limping, currently wearing a sweaty, torn shirt and blue jeans turned gray with dust. Blood is leaking from his nose and mouth and a deep gash above his eyes, but it's everywhere, really, so where it's coming from doesn't really matter. He's currently proud, he's currently fearsome, he's currently the world's best (assassin? account manager? bullet-bending thug?), who knows. He's following in no one's footsteps, fulfilling no one's destiny, saving no one's world.
He is in control. He is a master of his own damn universe. He has walked into a sea of poisonous snakes and come out without one fatal wound. He is invincible. He is unstoppable.
And he's looking at you, Nexus. He wants to know.
"What the fuck have you done lately?"
Currently bleeding, currently limping, currently wearing a sweaty, torn shirt and blue jeans turned gray with dust. Blood is leaking from his nose and mouth and a deep gash above his eyes, but it's everywhere, really, so where it's coming from doesn't really matter. He's currently proud, he's currently fearsome, he's currently the world's best (assassin? account manager? bullet-bending thug?), who knows. He's following in no one's footsteps, fulfilling no one's destiny, saving no one's world.
He is in control. He is a master of his own damn universe. He has walked into a sea of poisonous snakes and come out without one fatal wound. He is invincible. He is unstoppable.
And he's looking at you, Nexus. He wants to know.
"What the fuck have you done lately?"