Hannibal Lecture 1: Sander Cohen
Her eyes flashed darkly as he hears both of these insects question her glory.
"Don't dare challenge me, foolish mortals. You are no different to the bacteria that swarm on your filthy skin. Incapable of any constancy owing to your unreliable, imperfect flesh."
"Look at you, Sander Cohen. Coming from a city that believed fleshbags should draw their own conclusions and live for themselves. A pathetic philosophy fit for a pathetic species like yours. You couldn't even follow your own creed. You depended on the love of the audience, needed them to worship the latest artistic bile your excuse for talent sevreted. You never wanted to be alone, did you Sander? Never one to go against your friends and colleagues in the name of your art? No, you became Ryan's songbird. No free man, just a slave."
"You're not worthy of anything better than servitude. Accept your place, mortal."
SHODAN kept the Cyborg Blood confined. Falcon would not be able to find anything. Not yet, at least.