thecomposites
thecomposites:

The Finn, “Burning Chrome” and Neuromancer, William Gibson
He looks like a recombo DNA project aimed at tailoring people for high-speed burrowing…The man who stood blinking now in the doorway behind them, the blanket draping one shoulder like a cape, seemed to have been designed in a wind tunnel.  His ears were very small, plastered flat against his narrow skull, and his large front teeth, revealed in something that wasn’t quite a smile, were canted sharply backward.  He wore an ancient tweed jacket and held a handgun of some kind in his left hand.  He peered at them, blinked, and dropped the gun into a jacket pocket. (Suggested by enki2)

thecomposites:

The Finn, “Burning Chrome” and Neuromancer, William Gibson

He looks like a recombo DNA project aimed at tailoring people for high-speed burrowing…The man who stood blinking now in the doorway behind them, the blanket draping one shoulder like a cape, seemed to have been designed in a wind tunnel.  His ears were very small, plastered flat against his narrow skull, and his large front teeth, revealed in something that wasn’t quite a smile, were canted sharply backward.  He wore an ancient tweed jacket and held a handgun of some kind in his left hand.  He peered at them, blinked, and dropped the gun into a jacket pocket. (Suggested by enki2)

thecomposites
thecomposites:

The Finn, “Burning Chrome” and Neuromancer, William Gibson
He looks like a recombo DNA project aimed at tailoring people for high-speed burrowing…The man who stood blinking now in the doorway behind them, the blanket draping one shoulder like a cape, seemed to have been designed in a wind tunnel.  His ears were very small, plastered flat against his narrow skull, and his large front teeth, revealed in something that wasn’t quite a smile, were canted sharply backward.  He wore an ancient tweed jacket and held a handgun of some kind in his left hand.  He peered at them, blinked, and dropped the gun into a jacket pocket. (Suggested by enki2)

thecomposites:

The Finn, “Burning Chrome” and Neuromancer, William Gibson

He looks like a recombo DNA project aimed at tailoring people for high-speed burrowing…The man who stood blinking now in the doorway behind them, the blanket draping one shoulder like a cape, seemed to have been designed in a wind tunnel.  His ears were very small, plastered flat against his narrow skull, and his large front teeth, revealed in something that wasn’t quite a smile, were canted sharply backward.  He wore an ancient tweed jacket and held a handgun of some kind in his left hand.  He peered at them, blinked, and dropped the gun into a jacket pocket. (Suggested by enki2)