Yeh, so here I am. A virtual immortal in a big universe with big opportunities,

What's not to like?

Plans? I got 'em for sure. Schemes? A few of those too.
We can't play nice all the time now, can we.

The way I see it? 3 types of people...

You got the Wolf. Now the wolf is going to prey on the weak and defenceless. He's got to eat, it's his nature, Can't begrudge it.

Then you got the Sheep. Food for the Wolf, sure, but we need 'em. Drones living their safe little lives.

And you have me. I'm the Sheepdog. I'm the barrier. The line of defence. The slap in your muzzle, howling boy. Making sure the Sheep come home at night, nice and safe.

Don't get the wrong idea, though. Even a Sheepdog will need to nip your heels every now and then. Just to make sure you're doing what you're supposed to.

It's a tradeoff. Occasional nip, or havin' your throat ripped out. Now you see where I fit in. It's all for your own good, I hope you can see that.