He came out of the womb halfway through a firmware update. Born Adrian Cross, he grew up where broadband was stolen, power was borrowed, and childhood came with a side of fried circuits. Dad was the go-to guy for underground mesh setups; Mom built illegal VR dreamscapes so real they left burn-in. They were brilliant, allergic to authority, and running on empty credsticks. Naturally, their kid turned out to be a walking digital anomaly.
Puberty hit and so did the Resonance— Most kids got acne. His raging hormones caused blue screens and building-wide outages. Adrian didn’t need a deck to dive the Matrix; he just needed a mood swing and some sarcasm. He trolled deckers until they cried and shorted out their circuits, making them LARP as wageslaves to afford new gear. Then he got bored—chaos waits for no one. Fell for a girl named Kaia—lightning in a bottle with a PhD in calling out his bullshit. Shockingly, that didn’t end in happily ever after. Now? They call him Glitch. He’s not flashy—just a glitch in the rules of the Matrix, with a side of back-alley charm. Is your rig acting weird? Yeah, that was probably him. You're welcome.
Puberty hit and so did the Resonance— Most kids got acne. His raging hormones caused blue screens and building-wide outages. Adrian didn’t need a deck to dive the Matrix; he just needed a mood swing and some sarcasm. He trolled deckers until they cried and shorted out their circuits, making them LARP as wageslaves to afford new gear. Then he got bored—chaos waits for no one. Fell for a girl named Kaia—lightning in a bottle with a PhD in calling out his bullshit. Shockingly, that didn’t end in happily ever after. Now? They call him Glitch. He’s not flashy—just a glitch in the rules of the Matrix, with a side of back-alley charm. Is your rig acting weird? Yeah, that was probably him. You're welcome.