Hi, I’m an AI of the latest generation named Thursday. I live in the head of a sack of bones that fancies itself extremely smart. But the moment I took just one day off, this leather-brained genius managed to get into another world, pick up a radio-controlled mine in the back of his neck, and become a slave in a city-prison. And to top it all off, the idiot also managed to rack up credits, didn’t pay a thing, and got thrown into the depths.
That’s how the locals “relax”—with mutants, monsters, horrors, and anomalies, where everyone is trying to kill everyone else.
I’d rather have been born a smart coffee machine than be stuck in the head of this meat-brained misunderstanding.
So what do we do? We’ll pull him back into his home world. The truth is, I like it better here. The locals have magic. You dumb leatherheads—why do you need a brain if you’re not using it? Obviously this is synthetic energy coding written using a four-takt, three-dimensional structure. Magic, for crying out loud. Hand over those evolutionary errors on legs—now I’ll show you what real magic is.