Chapter 98 – News About Adam’s Hammer!
Arthur was still pacing around the lot outside the factory, idly thinking about how to get David to lighten up. The kid had been through a meat grinder the past few weeks, and Arthur figured a little fun might help shake the blood and trauma off his brain.
Then, out of nowhere, Maine broke the silence.
"You hear? Adam Smasher's in town."
Arthur froze mid-step, turned slowly, and blinked at him.
"You mean that walking tin can? What the hell's he doing here? Visiting his cockroach cousins?"
He popped open a bottle of sparkling water from a nearby vending machine—one of those weird unmanned ones that only responded to old, hardwired neural codes. After a long swig, he let out a sigh.
Adam Smasher, or as Arthur liked to call him, Adam Hammer—because subtlety was not in the man's vocabulary—was a monster. And not just in the mechanical sense. The man was inhumane before he became a full-body conversion nightmare.
No, cyberware didn't make Adam Smasher a sociopath.
He was already one.
When he was still flesh and blood, he had one rule for merc work—he wanted full license to destroy, maim, and kill however he pleased. And companies kept hiring him.
Arthur always said, if the Mechanicum existed in this world, Adam would've been their high priest. His motto? More metal, less man.