You sit in a darkened room…

Your fingers race across your keyboard, tapping rapidly with that satisfying rhythm. A soft glow lights your face. You haven’t showered since you can remember and you’re not sure what day it is.

…but you don’t care. You’re preparing.

This isn’t just any bot…

…it’s a micro master, it’s a refined edge, it’s the “M.C.” bot. This is one crazy AI!

You’ve taken it to the next tier, and you’re eager to see just how many tricks this pony has!

You’re so giddy it’s making your head spin. You love it, and here’s no three ways about it.

Coffee cups to your left, adult diapers to your right.

You’ve got your rubber ducks all lined up - you’ve even borrowed Patrick’s from across the hall.

You’ve quit your job and dumped your girlfriend, because no one will ever love you like you love…