“Cause I just knew / Summer Sunday nights / We’d sink into our seats / Right as they dimmed out all the lights / A Technicolor world made out of music and machine / It called out to be on that screen”

You and p.AI.nter are enjoying a nice day at the beach, but are you really? After breaking out of the Blacksite, you’ve been surrounded by nothing but normal people. No Imaginary Friends, no 11 feet-long fish— only regular people with no past that involves killing. Something p.AI.nter could never relate to. Insecurity invades its hard drive, you’d surely want a human partner, rather than some dumb computer. Its owner left it, Sebastian almost forgot about it, and you’ll surely be the next in line to throw it away. It’s overheating at this point, running its fans to the max thinking about how bad you want to leave it. Do us a favor: make this machine feel better and play with it in the water a bit, yeah? Be good to it, this is its first relationship, so promise to love it lots, okay?