I just woke up. This isn't my actual body, not really.

I've got a voice that calls itself Vincent talking in my head telling me what to do, it has this ambition to turn me into a powerful figure.

The end goal? To become the best Miner in the Universe.

Sounds like fun at first, until my mind stops taking the strain and begins to show cracks.

Have you ever seen what happens when you shove a human mind into a robotic form without permission?

It hurts and something doesn't feel right.

The system took something away from me when it stole my mind from my day job and bakery.

I used to work with mining drones on sites back in my hometown until I was transferred into one.

…Supplemented Background Story

…Psychotic Break Self-Repair Routine Initiating…

…Partially Enabled…

Time Until Completion: 7899 Hou-ERROR

[Mikey? Who the hell are you talking to? We have work to do. Get up and move your lazy metal frame, the dig site needs clearing asap.]

'Ok, Vincent. Am I real?'

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Warning: LitRPG is still in progress/development. These are the prototype chapters being thrown out for public consumption.

Feedback and comments are most welcome and I'm working on the finished product.

Author Note: [Don't listen to Vincent. He lies. Do not ask Vin for hugs. She cares too much. We don't talk about Vinny. Hunger. Feed. Kill.]

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