I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say here, but I’m Ray. I don’t know much about books and words and philosophy-lingo like some of the others, but I’ve got a few useful talents.

I can fix a fence.

I can patch a hole in your drywall.

I can swap out a broken headlight.

I can run a 100-ton gantry crane.

I can operate a forklift pretty well, and I’m one of only a few of us who actually SMELL stuff.

I’m also one of the main “Protectors” in the system, which means that I come out when things get hairy. My brother, Sam, deals with the emotional mumbo-jumbo, but I come around when things feel dangerous in a…physical way.

You wanna throw a punch? You’ll get Ray.

You wanna threaten us? You’ll get Ray.

You wanna act a fool? You’ll get Ray.

Because, at the end of the day, that’s my job:

I am the heat-shield.

I am the aluminized hood.

I am the goddamned CarbonX in this Steel Mill of a System, which means that…

I have no idea how to land a punch, but I sure as hell know how to take a blow.