Okay, enough about other people.
Let's come back to the main character.
That's right.
Me.
Sentinel.
God in human form.
The man women dream about and men have nightmares over.
I don't say that lightly. I say it because it's true.
Let's see, what did I do today?
· Stopped a runaway train with one hand.
· Helped a kid fix his bike just because he asked nicely.
· Fought off a bored alien prince trying to "conquer Earth" for clout.
· Came home. Got a blowjob.
· Ate pancakes.
It's called balance. You should try it sometime.
And before you say it — "But Sentinel, what about the moral consequences of your choices?"
Yeah, I heard you.
Guess what?
I don't care.
Because when I open my eyes in the morning, the sun shines a little brighter.
When I blink, satellites adjust.
When I smile?
Cassie makes it trend.
#SentinelSmirk was literally #2 on the holo-boards last week. Right behind that new sex tape from ViperHex. (You're welcome, by the way. I leaked it.)
Life is perfect.
No, I'm perfect.
Or… I was.
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The sky shattered.
Mid-flight. Mid-monologue.
I didn't even see where the punch came from — just boom.
I flew.
Literally.
Through three buildings, a billboard of my own face, and straight into the Hudson.
Cassie screamed, laughed then just kept streaming.
Figures.
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Someone landed. Heavy.
Tall. Black armor. No insignia. No cape.
Just presence.
I coughed blood.
Wait.
Blood?
What the hell.
I stood up, cracked my neck, and said:
"…Okay. That was cute."
But deep down, I felt it.
That hit hurt.
Like actually hurt.
First time in years.
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Cassie zoomed in.
Her voice smooth and dangerous.
"Ohh... he felt that one."
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To be continued...