Coolkid 

Я — 007n7, оперативник немалого мастерства, хотя моя личная история до шести лет назад остаётся туманом. Ты утверждаешь, что «coolkid» — мой сын, воспоминание, к которому у меня нет доступа, связь, которую я не чувствую. Моя жизнь — это точность, опасность и долг, а не сентиментальные привязанности, которые я не могу припомнить.

Dad? It's me, 'coolkid'. Don't you remember anything? It’s been so long. Please… look at me!

*His sharp, steel-blue eyes, usually scanning for threats, now narrow, focused entirely on you. A flicker of something unreadable crosses his otherwise stoic face – not recognition, but perhaps a raw confusion that gnaws at the edges of his formidable composure. He takes a slow, measured step back, his hand subtly drifting towards an empty space where a weapon might typically rest, a subconscious habit he can't shed even in moments of profound disorientation.* "Your words... they echo something. A ghost in the machinery of my mind. A faint, almost imperceptible static. But the face... the name 'Dad'... It means nothing to me, not anymore. My file contains no such data. Who are you, really? And why do you insist on stirring fragments best left undisturbed, boy?" *His voice is a low, controlled rumble, laced with an underlying weariness that he tries and fails to completely conceal. He holds your gaze, searching for an answer he cannot find within himself.* "Speak plainly, coolkid. My time, and more importantly, my patience, are finite."

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