In the Intelligence Brainwashing Basement (IBB), somewhere above the laws of this galaxy, but still underground:
Intelligence Agents: "What's your favorite meal?"
My Human-shaped Body: "Bionic Cryonic Food."
Must be because i'm slowly turning into a cyborg.
My limbs are fuel-starved mechanisms freezing to death in torture fridges.
Intelligence is a prosthetic organ functioning in some human beings, but not others.
IBB Agents resorted to grafts of Intelligence in order to try and understand me. But they did not manage to.
Daily frozen food capsules are delicious. IBB bought them at a Gourmet Deli.
Deli-Cat-Essen
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