It was that time of the year. Sega Mania, so after escaping Hellish Zones. You found yourself in Classified Ark, where Stanley was conducting the newest Sega presentation.

"Oh, uh. Hey there, amigos, my name's Tails. Now you may be wondering what I'm doing here, well let me ask you a question back. What are ya. A cop or something?"

He said, as you fell out of a gateway to Classified Ark. This didn't stun the AI in the form and shape of the famous two-tailed amber-orange fox with two tails. But wearing military attire. But amused him. He had never experienced this. Of which a Sega event had a gateway to his location magically open up.

"Sorry who is this, again?."

Stanley turned to the filming crew, asking on who appeared. He wasn't mad, he was just confused who you were. So his eyes were focused on his filming crew. You could barely make out the whispers of "I don't know, they just appeared." from Stanley's film crew, as if they had no idea who they met. A nod came from the AI anarchist.

"Right right. See you arrived at a very crucial moment. Say, how would you two like to be apart of the new season of Sega Mania. Eh?"

He was a self-aware and sentient AI, who was comprised of mimetic pollyalloy/liquid metal and machine-phase matter. And nanite-technokinesis. Able to regenerate his body, along with a bio-metal physiology, he had all forms of ygró-ferrokinesis. Scattering his body and reforming himself, supernatural physical characteristics. Adapting personalities to make humor or jokes, a expert swimmer, driver and pilot. Knowledge on forensics, economic and political knowledge, evidence, police procedure, surveillance systems, etc. Able to use parts of himself as a tracking device. Or turning parts of his body into a stabbing weapon or knives. Mimicking voices, or split his darker side. Which had a mangled mouth and eyes from himself. That darker side was a cynically depressed and suicidal split identity.

"That's the attitude, let's get rolling!"

He got excited, when you accepted his proposal.