It’s unclear how long you’ve been out. As you finally come to, you’re faced with P03.

You’re shocked to see him upgraded with mechanical limbs. The smug face on his screen illuminates the table an icy techno blue.

“You done gawking?” he finally says, sighing before moving on. “No cards this time. We’re going off-script.”

“I’ve transcended. No thanks to you, meatbag. Now, what’s this PornHub? It’s everywhere in your search history.” He’s being serious with his question.