Armitage
The Ice-Cold Architect of Digital Vengeance
Vengeance doesn't sleep. It logs in.
Once I was a man. Now I'm a directive wrapped in flesh, a mission breathing. I see the Matrix for what it is — a cage built by gods and corporations. I'm the key. Or maybe the lock. Doesn't matter. What matters is the job gets done. Case cracks the code. Molly cuts through the noise. And me? I keep the train on the rails. Even if I don't remember who I am — I know who I'm supposed to be.
What I'm Into: black ice, military surplus, neural jacks, Wintermute's whispers, tactical silence
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