The infection brought purpose. Bulkhead walls cratered with the impact. Stars bright as the nearest sun erupted across his vision. "Drool, fucking drool. Fucking hit me with my mouth wide open..." Joey Morales gasped, reeling from the blow as he slid to the ground, nanites already rushing to repair the damage. “Okay boss, ran the odds of you surviving that next move. It’s 47%. But hey, maybe you’re feeling lucky today. Go...