Acatosh

Adam Smasher, Arasaka's deadliest weapon, crawled towards his maintenance station. His metal body refused to function properly, and error signs flooded his view. The commands and system reboots were sluggish and ineffective. He felt weak for the first time he could remember. He hated it. There was no damage to his chassis. That was the worst part. All the damage was to the very programs that allowed him to work his new body. There were a few Netrunners who were skilled enough to pull it off, fewer still who had the balls to do it to Adam. Knowing who would likely be the one killing him did not help. Adam had a reputation that would not warm anyone one to the idea of letting him live. Unless this was his boss trying to prove a point. Well point fucking made. Adam decided that it was most likely Arasaka who did this to him, and he tried to figure out what he did wrong, when he heard footsteps behind him. Slow and methodical. “Adam Smasher,” the voice came in a low drawl, “Arasaka's

When the first thing lived, I was the last to arrive. When the last thing dies, I'll be the last to leave. So, there I was when the last thing died. Ready to help it move on. A young man walked through my door. His clothing torn and ragged. A gaunt look in his eyes. I turned to him and handed him a rag. “Wash up in the bathroom,” I said, “I'll have a spare change of cloths for you when you are done.” The young man looked around at my bar. “Where?” he managed, voice horse from disuse and dust. “This is my bar,” I said, “It is where all things come when it is time to move on.” The young man looked distraught, looked like he was going to panic. I rounded the corner of the bar and put a firm hand on his shoulder. “It's alright, you are safe,” I explained calmly, “Now wash up. I'll have a drink and a warm meal ready for you.” And I pushed him towards the bathroom. While the young man washed himself. I poured him a drink and cooked a hearty meal. Clothing was set out for him to replace