Nobody Special.

There wasn't anything special about this man, this man who was nothing but a shell of his former shelf, this man, who could not even recall his own name. At least, that is what he believed.
He was just another Fixer trying to survive, but he couldn't even muster up the courage to find a reason as to why he was trying to survive. Was a life that still sparked only for the sake of living really all that important?
Sure, he was a Grade 3 Fixer, which was a bit of an accomplishment, but plenty had done it before him, and plenty would do it after him.
Although, there was one question he wanted to be answered.
Why did people constantly ask him where he got such powerful augmentations when he never got a single augmentation in his entire life?