"So you're here to save the world? What do you say to something like that?" - Cypher, The Matrix
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Folks Need Heroes
Spotless dress shoes gracefully stepped onto the deck of cheering Marines and hover cams, which made for a heavy contrast to the olive green boots that stomped in their wake. Such an enthusiastic welcome was almost alien to the seven foot Spartan. For a fleeting moment he dwelled on what may seem absurd to anyone else: the irony of a battle-hardened super soldier finding the all-seeing eyes of the media more hostile and threatening than the enemy he was trained to fight.
It was almost overwhelming even: the relentless flashes and deafening applaud - fueled by the passion the Marines have been known for since 1776 - mercilessly assaulted his senses. In his eyes, he didn't deserve any of it. It was his job, nothing more. The Master