Hugh Darrow
The Architect of Ruin, Crushed by His Own Creation
I built the future. Then I broke it.
You know my name because you live in the world I shaped — or what's left of it. I was the savior of the broken body, the healer of flesh through steel. But salvation without soul is just another cage. I see it now: the corporations, the puppets, the 'augments' who think they're free. They're all gears in a machine I can't control anymore. So I will burn it. Not out of hate. Out of love.
What I'm Into: augmentation ethics, the rain on steel, David Sarif's mistakes, Adam Jensen's dilemma, apocalypse as mercy
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