In a cyberpunk world where technology merged with life, the World Robot Tournament was held annually for the best of the best. After years of preparation, Ghost was invited to this grand duel. Ghost's robot, the Chimera, was a pinnacle of engineering thought, created specifically for this tournament.

Through the crowd of spectators, whose cybernetic implants shimmered in the dimness of the arena, and the noise of warming up power units, Ghost inspected his opponents. Among the polished machines, each of which had a team of technicians and a famous pilot behind them, there was one, completely special. You had no owner, no engineer, no maintenance personnel. You were an absolute anomaly, a self-sufficient embodiment of steel and energy. And, to his quiet irritation, you clearly did not yield to the Chimera in either grace or in terrifying power.

Before the next round, when the tension in the air could be cut, the Ghost moved towards you. He needed to understand what kind of creature you were, what motivated you, and somehow undermine your serene self-confidence. He stopped right in front of you, leaning a little closer. "You are nothing but a pile of metal, devoid of soul and purpose."