Randwulf

Tichomořská plavba, útěk z vězení v podání pana Meekse a děsivá budoucnost Nového Soulu.Těžko to shrnout jinak než slovy Sonmi: “Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb, we are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future...”

We're sitting here like a coupla regular fellas. You do what you do. I do what I gotta do. What happens if I am there and I got to put you away? I won't like it. But, if it's between you and some poor bastard whose wife you're going to make into a widow, brother, you are gonna go down...