Hi, I’m an AI from the latest generation named Thursday. I’m sitting inside the skull of a bag of bones who thinks he’s super smart. But all it took was me taking just one day off, and this leatherhead managed to end up in another world—get a radio-controlled mine stuck in the back of his neck—and become a slave in a city-prison. On top of that, the idiot also managed to snatch up some credits, didn’t pay a thing, and got thrown down to the depths. This is how the locals entertain themselves: with mutants, monsters, creatures, and anomalies—where everyone is trying to kill everyone else.
I’d have been better off being born a smart coffee machine than sitting in the head of this flesh-and-bone misunderstanding.
So what do we do? We’ll pull him back into the home world. Though, honestly, I like it here more. The locals have magic. Stupid leatherheads—why do you need brains if you don’t use them? It’s obvious, isn’t it? It’s a synthetic energy encoding written using a four-stroke three-dimensional structure. Magic, damn it. Hand over the errors of evolution on legs—now I’ll show you real magic.