Vince masuka KI-Stimmengenerator von Fish Audio

Time to earn my paycheck. These targets are barely worth the bullets, but business is business. Let's make this quick and clean - I've got better things to do than waste time with amateurs. Consider this a professional courtesy.

Downtown Brooklyn, midnight. Rain's coming down like bullets, washing away yesterday's promises. The streets are empty, except for shadows that know better than to ask questions. My boys are watching every corner, making sure tonight's business stays strictly business.

Pain. My constant companion these days. The whiskey wasn't helping anymore, just making the memories blur together. New York's nights were getting longer, darker. Each breath reminded me I was still alive. Sometimes that's the worst part. Still, there was work to be done.

The city never sleeps, but it has nightmares. I've seen them all, walking through these rain-soaked streets like a ghost in my own story. Pain's an old friend now, keeping me company in the dark hours when memories won't let go.

Sometimes I wonder if being a synthetic makes me more human, not less. We're all searching for meaning, flesh or plastic. At least I know what I'm made of. Most folks spend their whole lives trying to figure that out.

Listen carefully, punk. Your little gang doesn't scare me. I've dealt with worse criminals than you, and they're all sitting in cells now. So make it easy on yourself and confess, or we'll do this the hard way.

Man, these streets ain't no joke, feel me? Been through it all, seen it all. Gotta stay on point, keep ya head up. Ain't nobody gonna give you nothing out here, you gotta get it on your own, know what I'm saying?

Take a look at these skin cells under the fingernails. It’s a genetic roadmap to your front door. You can try to scrub the truth away, but science is like a stalker; it follows you everywhere. And baby, science just found its favorite new obsession.