Hit by Stacks

“Why did you bring me here?” he screamed. “Why are you showing me
this?”

“I didn’t know!” Jensen went for him, reaching out in a vain attempt to
grab the ex-steeplejack, but his heavy rust-red metal limbs knocked him
aside, the glancing blow blasting the wind out of his lungs. Each mad sweep
of Stacks’s grinding, piston-hissing arms tore down dozens of packets, the
useless augs tumbling to the floor and cracking apart.

“What did you do to me?” Stacks bellowed. “Why did you make me do
this? Who are you? Who are you?” He shrieked the words, eyes wide but
with no recognition in them. Jensen realized too late that Pritchard had been
right; whatever had triggered in Stacks at the Sarif lab had not just been due
to his neuropozyne withdrawal. It went far deeper than that. The man was
damaged inside, tormented by personal demons that went way beyond
anything else.

“Stop!” Jensen shouted back at him, desperate to snap him out of his
mania. “Stacks, this isn’t what you think!”

“I couldn’t stop myself! I couldn’t stop couldn’t stop stop stop STOP…”
Stacks’s cries became thunderous and his metallic fingers raked across his
face, drawing runnels of blood as they gouged his cheeks.

Jensen tried again to grab him, and this time a thick steel elbow joint
cracked him squarely in the sternum. The impact rattled his teeth in his
head and Jensen tasted blood as he stumbled back, barely keeping his
footing.

- Deus Ex: Black Light, Chapter 6 pg. 107