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An ex-soldier down on her luck, an inventor hoping to save his Frankenstenian creation, a child slave searching for freedom, an alien bounty hunter with a score to settle. What do they all have in common? Only the most coveted algorithm in the Heliosphere. With it, they can crack any system, break any firewall, hijack any neural network, control any human. And they'll do anything to get that algorithm, even if it means destroying the people they love the most. Data is pure. Data is life. **** I guess ye be wanting to know how I got into this life, eh? Stuck out here at the edge o' the Helio, far past places where the sun doesn't cast a shine, where the miserable solar winds churn and the stars stand firm against the beating o' the sky. I guess ye'll be wanting to hear my story, huh, what with all the dying I'm about to do? Ain't nobody else left to tell it, I suppose, so best to record my tale for the future. And what a sordid tale, 'tis. One that doesn't make much a lick of sense now that I've got hangman and hemp waiting on me. But I can't say that I regret the living, none. Quite the opposite. I loved all the fucking I did, all the plundering and the killing that comes with it too. Kicked up a right piss, we did. Me and she. The way I see it, we did what people like us are bound to do. Killers ye call us. Murderers. Butchers. Demons wearing the skins o' men. Ye say that as if me and she had any choice in the matter. We did what needed to be done, and if we lost our souls in the process o' doing it, well...that's alright with us, see, 'cuz we ain't humans no more. We didn't need things like hearts or souls. Gunpowder Sirens, they called us back then. And by the gods, I'm gonna tell ye why. WARNING: Foul language, graphic violence, offensive themes All Rights Reserved
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