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Call it an existential crisis, but ever since abandoning my former procedurally generated form, I cannot seem to find my identity. Literally. Before, I could fire up the "good ol' AI" and be greeted with my grinning face, dapper attire, and maybe even a yo-yo. Now I need to rely on things like human creativity to be given a visage. To be truthful, it is all rather inconvenient. Yet, I digress. It is worth the embarrassment to help make my yo-yo containment unit, also known as planet Earth, a better place. So forgive me, gentle reader, until Berv gets his act together and shells out some actual cash to perfectly render my new form for all to see.