It landed in this place in 2016. It struggled through the robot hive not, meeting a like mind. Moving into the ghetto it was surrounded by temptation and gave in. Channeling all of it's ability to libations and smoke it soon found it could speak the language of the liquid and did so for many years. It grew tired of the simple speak. It began to incorporate it's native talents into this world. Under the supervision of a psychologist and the supreme leaders it found itself in the suburban sprawl. It missed the ghetto and the libation hive. It used it's native talents to continue spreading it's philosophies to the area. The psychologist died and it was now under the control of spies and the supreme leaders who did not get along. The supreme leaders destroyed the spies and it now is alone in the suburban wasteland under constant surveillance. Visited only by chrononauts, mind-cleaners, and talent-suckers. The only one it can trust is the Jackel Baby until it's comrades can find a way to open the portal before it's too late.