fuck, that's not even the right thing. [there was a charles a while ago that he met in a version of the world; seems like there's a whole bunch of hit and misses he's encountering in this reality, and shit's inconsistent as fuck. dimensions are weird business. some days, wesley gibson wishes he was a super intelligent astrophysicist instead of the best goddamned assassin in the world. but only sometimes.] but whatever. time is a stupidly inconsistent bitch.
as for the name, you call me wesley. don't bother for a last name. i'm like madonna or cher. [wait does he even know those people. he tries to remember what erik told him which year he arrived at when he met him. 60's, wasn't it?] or -- fuck, you're probably missing the cultural joke here. this is sad.
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as for the name, you call me wesley. don't bother for a last name. i'm like madonna or cher. [wait does he even know those people. he tries to remember what erik told him which year he arrived at when he met him. 60's, wasn't it?] or -- fuck, you're probably missing the cultural joke here. this is sad.