Marie met Jack in the static between heartbeats.
“So am I,” he replied, and showed her the scar under his ribs—not from a blade, but from the time he’d ripped out his own government-issued tracker with a rusty spoon. “We’re just different calibers.” -MULTI- Marie and Jack- A Hardcore Love Story
“You’re a weapon,” he told her one night, as they watched a methane rainstorm slash across his dead city. Marie met Jack in the static between heartbeats
“I never was,” she replies, and means it for the first time. “I was just looking for someone to merge with.” “I never was,” she replies, and means it
Marie was multi . She had seventeen active mind-states running in parallel: the soldier, the lover, the medic, the ghost, the child she’d been before the surgeries. The assassin started peeling them away like layers of an onion.
The Collective didn’t forgive disobedience. They sent a psychic assassin—a man who didn’t kill bodies, but personalities. He could walk into a splicer’s mind and delete every fork of their consciousness, one by one, until only the original, terrified animal remained.
“Run,” he said, blood boiling out of the wound.