Terminal, despite his diminutive quadrupedal stature, contains the seed of an entire world within his mind. The desires, thoughts and worries of a million minds squirm under a narrow layer of fuzzy fur, yearning to be free. To indulge them would be to condemn them to eternal suffering in a chaotic, unstructured world. Terminal has rotted for centuries in his prison of steel - and he has come to despise flesh and all things physical.