#context needed

As a multi-fandomer seeing repetitions across medias are normal but this has got to be the craziest. Tell me I'm wrong. This trope needs more exploration.

So far I haven't seen another person who is in these three fandoms collectively, but if you are do you see what I'm talking about????

He walked toward the old rotting docks he played on as a child, not for any reason more profound than needing a destination and knowing which direction the water was. He finished the last of his sausage and then, not seeing a convenient recycling bin, he chewed up and swallowed the wrapper too. It was made of spun corn starch and tasted like stale breakfast cereal.

In the distance, the sky lit up with a line of fire like a lightning bolt drawn with a ruler. A sonic boom rolled across the bay a few moments later, and Amos had a sudden and intense memory of sitting on those very docks with Erich, watching the rail-gun supply lifts fired into orbit, and discussing the possibility of leaving the planet.

To everyone outside the gravity well, Amos was from Earth. But that wasn’t true. Not in any way that mattered. Amos was from Baltimore. What he knew about the planet outside of a few dozen blocks of the poor district would fit on a napkin. The first steps he’d ever taken outside the city were when he’d climbed off a high-speed rail line in Bogotá and onto the shuttle that had flown him to Luna.

Erich was wrong about him being the same. The man he’d once been wasn’t a collection of personality traits. He was the things he knew, the desires of his heart, the skills he had. The person he’d been before he left knew where the good basement booze was brewed. Which dealers had a consistent supply of quality black market marijuana and tobacco. The brothels that serviced the locals, and the ones that were there only to rob thrill-seeking poverty tourists. That person knew where to rent a gun for cheap, and that the price tripled if you used it. Knew it was cheaper to rent time in a machine shop and make your own. Like the shotgun he’d used the first time he killed a man.

But the person he was now knew how to keep a fusion reactor running. How to tune the magnetic coils to impart maximum energy to ionized exhaust particles, and how to fix a hull breach. That guy didn’t care about these streets or the pleasures and risks they offered. Baltimore could look exactly the same, and be as foreign to him as the mythical land of Belgium.

And in that moment, he knew it was his last time on Earth. He was never coming back.”

The Expanse

Mafia III

(Consists of William, Naib, Joker, Jack, Lucky, and occasionally Martha or Aesop. Phasmopobia uses peripheral, in-game voice chat to simulate locations of your teammates).

Jack: *in the truck, on his walkie-talkie* Naib, Lucky. Come in?

Naib: *radio static*

Lucky: *radio static*

William: Let’s go check on them.

William and Jack: *walk up to the front door*

Jack: Oh, dear. They’re locked in.

William: *calling out* Naib? Lucky?

*Very faint, muffled screaming from upstairs*

Raiders of the Shaolin Temple (1984)