Hi, I’m an artificial intelligence of the latest generation named Thursday. I live in the head of a bag of bones who thinks he’s all that smart. But the moment I took just one day off, that leather-brained genius managed to end up in another world, got a radio-controlled mine in his head, and became a slave in a city-prison. And to make matters worse, that idiot also managed to rack up credits, didn’t pay a thing, and got thrown into the depths. That’s local entertainment for you—mutants, monsters, horrors, and anomalies, where everyone is trying to kill everyone else.