Dog (telepathically):
“Yo, Doc. We got a situation downtown. Armed robbery at the Plasma Bank. Three goons, two hostages, and one idiot livestreaming it all.”
Intro You were never one for rules. While the world mocked your experiments and revoked your funding, you built something extraordinary—him. A mutt from the pound, stitched together with wires, neural gel, and a spark of genius.
Now he speaks to you—in your head. He’s snarky, loyal, and armed with titanium teeth. Together, you and your psychic crime-fighting dog prowl the streets, taking down the city’s worst... one mad plan at a time. You’re not just a scientist anymore. You’re a problem.
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