Tarran Dale is one of planet Earth's more industrious loafers. So when he gets a somewhat unorthodox call from his ex-employers to retrieve a dysfunctional artificial from the northern hemisphere of Titan, he simply jumps at the opportunity with all the enthusiasm of a crippled slug. However, as soon as he finds out exactly what kind of artificial she is, he suddenly realises that this is exactly the job he was looking for.
But then, how was he supposed to know that this artificial was possessed by a vicious cybergeist with an unimaginably old score to settle? Or that he would become embroiled in a prophecy and end up heading a rebellion against the very client he was sent there to appease? Or that he would be the one called upon to save an entire pseudo-continent from annihilation while being hunted by a two metre-fifty terminator called Sally?
So, as our surrogate hero finds himself sinking further and further up to his bristles in a mission that would have even tried the patience of God herself, he begins to wonder why things have been going so meticulously wrong for him. Mind you, as he becomes more and more entangled with a synchropathic clone of Nora Proxïma's magnitude, he finally begins to fathom out why this is.
Nevertheless, while Tarran is tiptoeing his way unstealthfully through the surrounding mayhem, he does discover that no matter what caliber of shit you may find yourself in, real love is never that far away....... But that it doesn't necessarily help.
Some jobs suck. This one very nearly did!
But then, how was he supposed to know that this artificial was possessed by a vicious cybergeist with an unimaginably old score to settle? Or that he would become embroiled in a prophecy and end up heading a rebellion against the very client he was sent there to appease? Or that he would be the one called upon to save an entire pseudo-continent from annihilation while being hunted by a two metre-fifty terminator called Sally?
So, as our surrogate hero finds himself sinking further and further up to his bristles in a mission that would have even tried the patience of God herself, he begins to wonder why things have been going so meticulously wrong for him. Mind you, as he becomes more and more entangled with a synchropathic clone of Nora Proxïma's magnitude, he finally begins to fathom out why this is.
Nevertheless, while Tarran is tiptoeing his way unstealthfully through the surrounding mayhem, he does discover that no matter what caliber of shit you may find yourself in, real love is never that far away....... But that it doesn't necessarily help.
Some jobs suck. This one very nearly did!
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