>>>>>[Otaku. You speak of the Whites. The Whites were favored of the Lord. I was not White. Too old when the Lord took over. Too old.
I was... Samurai, I think. I do not remember. Bits and pieces, all blurry. My first memory is waking up in the chemical baths, adjusting to new eyes. Eyes of blue, to see for the Lord. Things go dark, as the Lord granted me more cyberware to serve him with. I do not know my name, so I am Faust.
There are times when thinking is easier. Like now. Other times, the whispers get too loud, and I cannot make them stop. Drink helps. Lots of drink.
I was Red Samurai. I was a Blue. Then the Lord left the SCIRE, and I had nothing. No purpose. All I knew was service to the Lord. I escaped the invaders to the Lord's domain, and came out into the city. Others of the servants of the Lord I knew from the SCIRE found me, and we banded together, like the bands on our arms. My Redeemer, the Jezzibel turned Angel, and the Doc. Two Blue, one White, one Green. We found eachother and hid. But Jezzibel, now DarkAngel, she heard from the one who had been the Lord's most favored of the Whites, heard of the IPO. I was no decker, but I was drawn there, to see the great tree fighting all who came upon him. And then the worm. And then nothing.
No one else hears the Whispers, but I know they're there. They call me.
No! They call again! I cannot concentrate with their whispering in my mind! I must go!]<<<<<
--Faust (09:21:05/01-15-74)