Crstn Updated Today

It wasn't a name his mother gave him. It was a product code from the Vanguard Corporation, stamped onto the bio-plate embedded in his left wrist. He was a Custodian, a Resynthesized Tactical Neutralizer. A ghost in a machine of flesh and chrome.

For twelve years, Crstn executed. He extracted. He erased. His body, a lattice of carbon-fiber filaments and bio-gel, could punch through a steel door or hold a heartbeat perfectly still. He felt no pain, no guilt, no joy. He was the perfect tool. It wasn't a name his mother gave him

He wasn't Crstn anymore.

He was Christian. And he was going home. It wasn't a name his mother gave him