"Felicity J Lord I miss you...",

the faint and pained voice of Sir Loin whimpered. He had been on a long and ardous voyage spanning across the dystopian urban sprawl that had become of 2090's London. Across the city lay the remnants of a once beautiful and bustling concrete jungle. Those who live in cities often imagine this eventual fate They often ask themselves, "What will become of this city when I go?", "What will take place after the unstoppable decay?" The decay is happening all the time. It was happening sixty years back when Sir Loin had arrived in London. His beloved city had soon become victim to the Tinted-Glass-Hivemind coalition. They had employed their dastardedly plans across the city with great speed,and Loin was soon under the influence of their spell. It was the most horrid of weapons, one that sapped any poor victim of all their light and joy. it targeted one at the centre of their soul, their passion, their creativity. The citizens under the rule of The TGH were eyeless, brainless, and barely-human creatures, ambling aimlessly through the city. While Loin fell victim to the TGH Superweapon (or referred to in slang as tapped), thirty years slowly ground on.

He had only become himself one day, by pure chance.