Rolled 91 (1d100)
You know what? Fuck it. Ex-Terminus Ex-clone CEO has found his way back out of death* as a massive fucking sword-wielding robot and he's now the problem of everyone who stands in his way to restoring the corporation to its former glory. For the autism's sake: there is no nervous system inside, just a set of interconnected HDDs grinding HARD to simulate the clone's consciousness. And an extensive fallback system that ensures the hellish contraption cannot "die" from the hardware failures.
CEO came from desert and had no fucking idea where on Venus he ended up so when he finally reached "civilization", he picked up the first seemingly-hopefully-doubtfully-intelligent bipedal creature resembling a human, lifted its face up to his facebox and asked in metallic tone: [What is this place?]
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