Not once.
He hadn't drawn his HF Blade.
“Worse. They are not after territory. They are after… sensation. A philosophy of conflict for its own sake. Pure violence as neural art. They want to make the world a permanent state of high-frequency combat.” metal gear rising 1
Through the cochlear implant, Doktor’s voice buzzed like an angry hornet. “I cannot, because it is exactly what you think it is. A child’s brain stem, jacked directly into a combat chassis. No cortex. No higher function. Just motor reflex and targeting loops. They grow them in vats now, Raiden.” Not once
Raiden pulled his hand free. The cyborg collapsed — a hollow metal doll with a child’s nervous system fused to synthetic muscle. They are not after territory
His left hand crackled with residual electricity from the last enemy’s EMP burst. His right was buried wrist-deep in the chest cavity of a prototype AI-controlled cyborg — something between a human spine and a tank turret.