Gary Anders
This fucking Borg just choke-slammed and stomped off Luis' head.
The fucking song on the radio sent it off the edge, it's just killed 4 of the guards and hacked one of our heavy lift claws to smash a hole through the wall.
And now it's fucking gone.
Owens and Luis are dead, now I'm the one that'll take the fucken blame.
"Anders! What the fuck is this?"
"K-Kate!? The fucking thing just backfired, a song on the radio had sent it off while we were calibrating the chip into the exo-"
"I don't give a wet shit about your excuses you pathetic fuck! Thanks to you, we potentially now have a cyberskeleton incident on our hands all over again, with no smasher in reach."
"How was I supposed to-"
"Shut it! Someone's taking the fall for this, you know that pretty fucken well. And seeing how your little lab buddies are dead, I don't see anyone else heavily involved still here to point fingers."
"You can't be fucking serious!? I do all this and get swept under the rug, all because of some shitty project where we have to use the psyche of some cunt teena-"
Sharp pain entered the back of my mind.