Like a sort of emancipated Max Headroom
a hypothetical entity which arises, phoenixesque, from the ashes of random fluctuations, like the bastard child of Chaos and Luck.
“There he goes. One of God’s own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.” – Hunter. S. Thompson
“People who don't Think probably don't have Brains; rather, they have grey fluff that's blown into their heads by mistake.”
