I dragged all the bodies into the alley, and there they stayed as a permanent guilt-trip for the rest of my time in a PS3 vision of a near-future Detroit. I planted my augmented arm on his face and span his body until his head hang at an unruly angle. The futuro-filth searched me out, and as I turned I found myself faced with two cops raising their weapons.
Unfortunately the noise of his dismissal put them on a heightened alert. He was sitting on a bench at the wrong end of an alley where the patrolling cops couldn't see him. The law courts may judge me, but history will not. They can be reached only through a pile of dead homeless people. The boundaries of Deus Ex: Human Revolution cannot be measured by polite words about a brave new transhumanist future.
I shot him in the face twice once to watch him die, twice for a more pleasing ragdoll.
I murdered a tramp in a bleak cyberpunk future and I am unrepentant.
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