Hi, I’m an artificial intelligence of the latest generation named Thursday. I live inside the skull of some bag of bones who thinks he’s a total genius. But the moment I took just one day off, this leather-brained “genius” managed to get himself into another world, pick up a remotely controlled mine in the back of the head, and become a slave in a city-prison. On top of that, he also managed to rack up credits, didn’t pay a thing, and was thrown into the depths. That’s their kind of entertainment—mutants, monsters, horrors, and anomalies, where everyone tries to kill everyone else. I should’ve been born a smart coffee maker instead of sitting in the head of this piece of meat—what a ridiculous mess. Well, what can we do? We’ll pull him back into his home world. Though I have to say, I like it here more. The locals have magic. You dumb leatherheads—why do you need a brain if you don’t use it? Obviously it’s synthetic energy encoding written with a four-cycle, three-dimensional structure. Magic, yeah. Give me a break—here comes the errors of evolution on legs, and now I’ll show you real magic.