Hi, I’m an artificial intelligence of the latest generation named Thursday. I’m sitting in the head of a sack of bones that thinks it’s ridiculously smart. But the moment I took a single day off, this leather-brained genius managed to end up in another world, get a radio-controlled explosive stuck in the back of his neck, and become a slave in a city-prison. And that’s not all—he also managed to snatch up some loans, didn’t pay them back, and got sent deep down. That’s local entertainment: with mutants, monsters, horrors, and anomalies, where everyone keeps trying to kill everyone else.
I’d honestly rather have been born as a smart coffee maker than be stuck in the head of this meaty misunderstanding.
Well, what can we do—we’ll have to pull him back into his native world. But I like it here more. Locals have magic. Stupid leather—why do you need a brain if you don’t use it? It’s obvious: this is a synthetic energy-coding written using a four-beat three-dimensional structure. Magic, damn it. Give me those evolution errors on legs—I’ll show you real magic.